We feel like this:
This is the sickest I have been in over two decades. It is the sickest Liam has been since he stealthily scarfed an ice cube out of the pot in which Ian was brining the holiday turkey. Seamus has never been this sick before. Ian managed to get a delayed and more mild version of whatever ails us. He is in the throes of it now and has been bedridden all day.
Even with an alimentary catastrophe currently plaguing our family, I am grateful for two things:
#1 The baby did not get sick. As much as being sick oneself is horrible, there is nothing worse than a violently ill baby.
#2 Grandma risked catching this mysterious illness herself to come and care for my family while I was curled up on the bathroom floor for close to 12 hours. She laundered our soiled pyjamas, bed sheets, towels and blankets. She cared for Liam and Seamus who were kept home from school. She watched Alistair who remains full of energy and joy even though the rest of us are out of commission.
Here is to hoping that tomorrow brings a return to good health here on Gael Glen Farm.
Ram rental pick up day has been postponed until Friday.
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