The Flu

I have the flu and of course, it sucks. Jon and I went to the Valentine's Banquet at the church Wednesday night and about half way through I knew that everything was coming up. While Jon was gone to his Great-Grandmother's funeral I was laying in bed feeling like death was coming for me next. The kids were really great about it. Sage brought me a cold wash cloth, the pepto, and took the kids to school. Reagan made me chicken noodle soup and folded laundry and Reese came and chatted. Poor Jon got up at 3 in the morning to go to the funeral and didn't get home until 9:20pm. When he got home Reagan realized that she was supposed to bring homemade sugar cookies to her Valentine's Party so being a great Dad he helped her make sugar cookies until after 10. We all were asleep VERY early last night. I feel better today, just weak. I do something, then I lay down, then I do somethine and then I lay down, ect...