I told you about my move. The one that was waayyyy over budget. The one Devon had to come help me with the next day to get the rest out. Poor Devon, torn between his obligations at work, his wife who was barfing, and very sick with two little ones and one 12 yr old running around. And I had to be out of my old apt. by 4pm.
WE MADE IT!
The next day Annie was sick in bed and Devon called me early to come rescue them as he had to go to work. So I spent from 9am to 7pm taking care of my darling little grandkids and caring for Annie as best I could. I was exhausted by the time Devon got home and wonder how Annie can do this every day. I did my best, feeding clothing, changing, running, playing and taking Lucy to ballet. It was fun and I was glad I could do it.
I was just hoping and praying that Annie would be able to go on her planned trip to San Diego. I encouraged her to just go and lay around the pool if nothing else, but go. She did, the next day.
And that day, Friday, I did some work around my apt so I could live here while I unpack. I called the manager to tell him my electrical outlet in the bathroom blew as soon as I turned on my hair dryer to dry my little dog Nikki after her bath. Which meant I could not dry my hair in there. Good thing I hadn't tried that first. And I told him I need more than a hand held shower, I want my own shower head which I brought with me, that I can both stand under and use as hand held if I want to bathe Nikki. So all that will happen Monday.
Devon had asked me to take care of the kids on Saturday and Sunday mornings very early, as in be there at 6am. It was all planned, I was looking forward to it.
Devon and Max and I were not sick. But I had just been exposed. We all had had flu shots and were congratulating ourselves that we had them and were not sick. I had mine in September before my Mediterranean Cruise.
BUT WAIT!
Friday night I felt yucky and even put some plastic bags by my bed in case I had to barf and couldn't make it to the bathroom in time.
But I did make it, starting about midnight and ending about 6am or later. I texted Devon I was sick and was not going anywhere. Saturday was spent in bed, so weak I could hardly stand and walk outside to take Nikki to do her business. I hoped I wouldn't see anyone and scare them.
Sunday morning I awoke soaking wet and realized I must have had a fever because it had broken. But I didn't feel like a real human being until Sunday afternoon.
I finally had something to eat.
I am hoping Annie had a great time. Devon had the kids all weekend, no help. Things did NOT go as was carefully planned.
But that's Parenthood.
And as for that flu shot? Was my flu shot an early concoction that didn't include this strain?
Who do I sue?
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