Death warmed over

Spent yesterday feeling like death warmed over. Which was actually better than my husband, who was feeling like death... period. He couldn't move and could barely get out of bed. At one point in the afternoon, I came downstairs to find him laying on the hardwood floors outside the bathroom. He apparently got too light-headed to make it back to the couch or back into the bathroom to try to throw up.

To top it off, I had jury duty yesterday. I got up with a pain in my stomach, thinking that it must just be hunger, I showered, got ready and attempted to eat a bowl of cereal. The pain didn't seem to get much better. After sitting in the jury assembly room all morning and luckily not getting put on a jury selection panel - during which time wave after wave of nausea came over me - I realized that there must be something wrong with me.

I ate half a banana during naptime for the kids, hoping that it would stay down and what little energy it afforded me might get me through the evening with both kids, basically on my own, since hubby was a puddle of pain on the couch all afternoon/night. I actually managed to cook our traditional Tuesday night fish sticks and mac-n-cheese, choked down 4 fish sticks and saved all the remaining mac-n-cheese for 2 lunches for the kids and had an extra bowl remaning. It's amazing how much is left over when neither my husband nor I eat. I guess that should tell us something about our serving size...

I'm feeling better today, but still not quite well. I keep making the mistake of trying to eat or drink something and then getting a sharp, shooting pain through my stomach.

I will say this, though. It sucks being sick and having to take care of kids. I don't care who in the super-mommy world says that you just need to suck it up and deal with it. I want my Mommy.