Odd picture for the day. Truth is I have felt horrible all day. I got up this morning and I knew something was up. My stomach was upset. I felt sluggish. But, I thought maybe I just had a little drainage during the night or something. It should go away. I got myself and Alaina all ready for the day. The drive was MUCH better today. However, the nauseous feeling hung on. I got to work and made it to my desk but had to sit there for about 10 minutes telling myself I wasn't going to be sick. My friend Jen came over and asked if I wanted to go downstairs for breakfast. I knew I didn't want to eat but decided I would get some sprite and maybe some crackers to get something in my stomach. It seemed to help a little. I felt better. Then the nausea came back around. Ugh. The waves started coming faster each time and I figured I was probably going to be in trouble if I didn't go home, plus, my head had started to pound. I left work and headed home. (On the way I stopped to pick up a new pair of windshield wipers - ha ha!) I decided to leave Alaina at daycare so I could sleep and hopefully feel better. So, that is what I did. Went home and went to sleep. But first, I had to retrieve the two things my mom always taught me someone with an upset stomach needs. #1 7-up and #2 a margarine bowl. A margarine bowl you say? Or maybe your mom did this too, I don't know. Some mom's give their kids garbage bags/a can or maybe a Wal-Mart sack. At our house, we got a margarine bowl (occasionally cool whip). I am not sure when this originated, all I know is when you got an upset stomach, those were the two things you got. I remember keeping a margarine bowl permanently in my bed after a certain incident... Ashley and I started sharing a room and we got bunk beds. They were the cool bunk beds where the bottom bunk stuck out from underneath the top bunk. We loved them and of course since I was the oldest I got the top bunk and Ashley was on the bottom. This worked out great but one night I awoke feeling a little queasy and sleepily just hung my head over the side of the bed. Needless to say without much detail, Ashley got a bath in the middle of the night and so did our bedding. After that, the margarine bowl became a permanent fixture in my bunk, and came in handy a few times after that. I am sure my dad wishes I would have had the margarine bowl the time we were coming home from visiting Ashley at the hospital. I told him I didn't feel well and he asked if I could make it out of town. I said "I'll try." I tried, I really did, but, I didn't make it out of town. I got myself, Chad, the pocket in the door, the vents on the dash and, worst of all, my open back-pack. My poor poor dad. Sitting up that night unloading my back pack on a garbage bag and trying to salvage whatever he could, let alone, his truck. He couldn't turn on the air for awhile...My mom almost ran out of margarine bowls one time when all three of us got the flu within a few hours of each other. Isn't it funny the things you remember from your childhood and the things you carry on to your own families? Ever since I got married, I have saved my margarine bowls. Rinsed them and sent them through the dishwasher and stored them under the sink. So, today, when I needed one "just in case," it was there.
I am still feeling pretty tough tonight and I am not sure yet if I will be making the trek to work tomorrow. I probably won't know until the morning. Thankfully, Alaina has been very good this evening. I hope it continues through the night so mommy can sleep. Hopefully, I can sleep well and the nausea will go away, but if it doesn't, at least I have my trusty margarine bowl close by!
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