Friday night, after being euchred (?) twice, I have to mention that Vaness, mom and I still pulled off the win in a very intense game of 6 man euchre against James, Doug and dad. It had to be put in writing. I am still savouring the victory.
Saturday the plan was to go snowmobiling with our friends from Hamilton. However, turned out we only had one available machine, which was at the farm. We went for it anyways, and James and I braved the roads to get it from A (the farm) to B (mom's house) realizing on the way that it did not have any brakes, or steering. I drove cautiously.
The friends from Hamilton didn't make it out, but the nephews came down, in full gear, ready for some snowmobiling. Dad tied a tube to the back, and proceeded to whip my 2 and 4 year old nephews around the yard, mistaking their cries of alarm for cries of delight. They returned as little snowballs, now fully terrified of the demonic tube.
My mom, not impressed, thought it would be fun to take dad for a spin--her behind the wheel, dad on the tube. I cannot get the image out of my head of my dad being whipped inches from a tree, almost out of view as he transforms into a snowball, and my mom, not looking back, just laughing her head off.
After that, we went in, warmed up, ate up and headed home for the evening. On Sunday I ate my last meal, pea soup and a panini, until today. Tuesday morning--a single solitary muffin.
I don't know what hit us, but James was up at 3 am, and I followed closely after. The flu.
A full 24 hours of misery that I would not wish on anyone, ever. At least we were in it together. A small comfort when you feel like you want to throw yourself out a window. Not to mention that for whatever reason, the flu bug seemed to stimulate our active little baby. I believe he did not stop kicking my already tender stomach for about 4 hours straight. A personal record. I had James' sympathy.
Anyways, after 18 hours of "sleep" I recovered, planned some lessons, and went into work. I came home wiped, but excited to eat again.
Having stomached a classic broccoli/potato/chicken dinner, along with a fruit smoothie for dessert, I would venture to say we are fullly recovered. And now it's time for bed again.
