No Rest for the Weary
Well, last night was sure interesting around here. I had one more child come down with the flu on Friday afternoon. I had to pick her up early from school. But, at least it looked to be done, since all three kids have had it now. I started to feel a bit queasy and dizzy myself on Sunday and went to bed before 9:00. At 2:30, I realized that my husband, Nick, was still not in bed. I headed for the living room to check on him, but he was completely engrossed in a movie. About an hour later he staggered into bed and woke me up. Just as I settled back to sleep, my usually strong, silent husband starting wailing in his sleep. I had never heard such a thing and pinched him softly to wake him up. A few minutes later he made the same strange noises, and I pinched him again. In the morning he told me he had been having a nightmare about ghosts, and that my pinching had been incorporated into his dream as the ghosts hands on him. Poor guy! Then, shortly after 4:00 in the morning, poor Zachary came into our bedroom complaining of a stomach ache. He threw up pretty violently, but we put it down to the ridiculous number of doughnuts he had eaten at the Chargers football game that day. An hour later he was back, throwing up some more. I scooted over and made room for him next to me in bed, so I could be there if he got sick again. Fifteen minutes later, the seven year old was in our room; she had had a nightmare. That one got wedged between me and Nick. So much for sleep. It has been a long time since we had a bed full of kids, and despite my lethargy today, it was kind of sweet to have those little(ish) warm bodies in bed with us, knowing we were there to protect them and take care of them through nightmares and sickness.