I Called In Sick...

Yesterday, like half of America, I had the stomach flu. It started out as a mild upset stomach then quickly progressed to....Oh, my heck, I'm going to die! As I lay in the recliner..dying...I tried to figure out how I was going to make it through my day without...dying..AND take care of my children at home. Then it came to me...it's worth a try I thought. I called Ken at work and called in sick! His employees do it all the time, why not give it a shot. I didn't come right out and beg for him to come home. I just told him I was sick and expected that he would read between the lines. I loathe rejection in the slightest form, so I couldn't put my self on the line like that, but my dear husband came to my rescue. I was able to crawl in bed and sleep a few hours while my...dying...body alternated between burning hot and icy chills. But hey, on the bright side thanks to my frequent trips to the bathroom I did lose 5 lbs. Was that more than you needed to know? Sorry!
Later that evening Ken had to go take a test at UVU, then he had YM's to go to. I was too weak and tired to get out of bed, so my six older children took care of themselves downstairs for 4 hours. Sydney used my cell phone to call me upstairs if she needed anything, (She got tired of coming up and down). They made themselves dinner, cold cereal, ego waffles, and apple juice. They really stepped up to the plate and did a great job watching out for each other. Ken got home around 9:00 and got the kids in bed. I stayed in bed for the rest of the night. This morning before Ken went to work he warned me that the house was a little messy. He said trust me I cleaned a bunch, but it's still messy. When I went down stairs I saw what happens when you leave six kids alone for 4 hours. Oh, well. There was no blood, or broken bones, and only very little screaming. It's all good!
I am thankful for my husband and children, because of them I expect to pull through. Good news, I'm not going to die!