i was like, hmmmm, did i spell wallowing right? and looked it up only to be met with this definition: To roll the body about indolently or clumsily in or as if in water, snow, or mud.
yep, that sounds about right.
well, while watching the kids yesterday i thought, my throat is a little scratchy. it is probably from sleeping with my mouth all agape, right in front of the fan all night... but it wasn't. it got worse and worse all day long and by mid-afternoon i was curled up on my bed, achy, and hot, and sore. poor little amby boy kept bringing me things (slippers- which means he wants to go outside, a bowl of tortilla chips- not sure how he got those, a plastic dog that is his favorite, books- which i would read to him from the far end of the bed). he was beside himself and so bored.
it got worse and i called thomas and asked him to bring home medicine, and lemons. he also picked up dinner, took care of amby and all the bed time routine, did the dishes, catered to my every request, and slept on the couch. i love my sweet thomas.
all night i went in between being freezing and shivering or being so hot and sweaty that i had to strip down and get up and splash water on myself and drink cup after cup of ice cold water. it was miserable.
i am so worried that i got addy sick or that i will get my family sick. thomas thinks that i might have gotten this from amby, but i am not coughing so i don't know. if this is what he had i feel so bad, because he cant tell us he has the chills or a sore throat and it is not fun!
anyway, i am not working today needless to say. i am wallowing in my pajamas, drinking lemon and honey tea, and dodging my cuddly little boy, which is also sad, but it will be more sad if he gets this.
he's enjoying lots of tv, eating yogurt all by himself (where did the spoon go??), clanking pots and pans all around the house, and riding on my back since that is the only physical contact i can think of that shouldn't infect him.