But Friday afternoon finally came, and I was off like a shot. Spent a little time chilling at home, then my amazing husband took me out for a "Range is over" celebration dinner at my favorite local Thai restaurant. They have the most amazing brown wild organic jasmine rice. Mmmmm . . . The Gewürztraminer tasted more like a sweet Chard or a dry Riesling, but it was still pretty darn good. Overall, an amazing dinner.
Then it was home for some family movie time, Canadian Bacon style. MacGyver and Punky indulged in a big bowl of air popped popcorn drenched in butter and covered in mac n' cheese powdered cheese.
Saturday was shaping up to be a wonderful day. MacGyver got up with Flintsone, and I got to sleep in until 10:30 (!!!), when I was awoken to a delicious breakfast in bed (egg - from our chickens - and cheese on a croissant with sauteed organic peppers), AND MacGyver put on an episode of Xena for me to watch while I ate. He even made coffee! We've been getting fancy with the grind your own coffee at home thing (Fair Trade organic, of course). Honestly, I think it's a waste of time and I don't think I'm nearly fancy enough to be drinking home ground coffee, but it certainly is yummy.
After that, we wondered around the Water Festival downtown for a while, which is always a good time, hit up the local coffee shop, then headed home for a delicious lunch. We had keilbasas from a local, humane farm (with sourkrut, relish, mustard, ketchup - all the good stuff), home made vegan broccoli and cabbage cole slaw, sweet potatoe fries, and organic vegetarian baked beans. Far from the healthiest lunch on the planet, but it was a weekend.
Then we headed out for an evening at the bookstore (squee!). I was about half way through my giant stack of books when MacGyver said his stomach was starting to bother him. It continued to get worse. After a while, Punky came and told me her stomach hurt. Oh, goody. I could see where this was going.
We packed up and headed home, having to stop once on the way.
It was not a good night. Poor MacGyver was very, very ill. So was Punky. I was fine. At least, I thought I was fine for the first few hours. Then Punky threw up in her bed. Then on the carpet. And I was running back and forth between the two of them between the two bathrooms trying to help in any way I could and I was so hot. And then I was frozen. And my head hurt. And my stomach hurt. And I thought, "who the heck is going to take care of Flintstone if I go down with this illness, too?"
Any mom will tell you, when the rest of the family is sick, even if you have the same symptoms, you don't get to be sick. At least, that's the way it works in our house. And, of course, I wasn't nearly as bad as they were.
I'm actually starting to wonder if the sickness on my part was mostly in my head. Granted, the pain in my head and stomach were very real, and I was walking around the house all bundled up - even wearing a scarf, in July, but still.
By Sunday morning, they were both quite a bit better, though still feeling like heck. I stocked up on Pedialyte, Vitamin Water, and pepto, and made a big pot of home made vegetable soup - the smell of which made me nauseous.
I still can't figure out exactly what it was. It certainly seemed like food poisoning, but the only thing that MacGyver and Punky ate that I didn't was that popcorn. And I'm not sure how it could be food poisoning with them both very sick and me just a little sick. Maybe it was some sort of 24 hour bug that hit them harder because of the differences in our immune systems? Or perhaps they had food poisoning and I had psychosomatic food poisoning? ha.
Even that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, though. As a family, we rarely get sick. Almost never. We eat a very healthy diet; we stay fit; and we don't smoke. In my experience, families of smokers get sick a lot more often. I get sick once, maybe twice a year, max. Sure, I gripe about headaches and whatnot here and there, and will occasionally push myself so hard for a while that it will physically wipe me out, but I rarely get truely sick. Flintstone hasn't had a single serious sickness in his whole ten months (knock on wood). We haven't had to take him to the Dr or urgent care for anything. Hell, we've only had to take his temperature on a few occassions. So I don't know what the heck hit us this weekend, but it wasn't pretty.
Everyone is better today, though, and I leave you with some pictures. One or two from this weekend, and a whole bunch from a couple weeks ago:
|Off to the Water Festival.|
|My adorable boys.|
|This kid LOVES the water. Serious FishBaby|
|Punky, water queen.|