We got quite sick this weekend. With gastroenteritis. It wiped us out completely. We ended up spending the last three days in bed. I took maybe 4 naps yesterday and 2 today. Being sick is hard.
Ben had an especially hard time because the weather was gorgeous this weekend. Every time he woke up, he'd look out the window and pout.
"I wanted to go for a bike ride."
"Why can't it be rainy now and nice when I'm better?"
"We're not that sick--let's go for a walk!"
I had to point out we couldn't even eat solid food, bathe, or put on clean clothes, so we couldn't go play outside.
It reminded me of the poem Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson:
In winter I get up at night
and dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
the birds still hopping on the tree,
or hear the grown-up people's feet
still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
1 comment:
I am glad you are both feeling better. I am the WORST when it comes to being sick. I have NO patience for it. I usually try to convince myself that I am not sick, throw a few temper tantrums that I don't "feel well" and then when I feel better I look back and say, "Boy I was really sick". I fight it all the way!!
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