Poor little Aaron is sick. It all started sunday afternoon after church. There was a potluck, and we were both soooooo tired.....the bishop wanted to meet with me and make my calling official, but he was in an interview, and there was a line, and we waited for almost an hour before giving up and going home, since we were both falling asleep in our chairs, so we got home and slept for 3 hours, before getting up, reading our scriptures, and then going back to bed! Well, he wiggled and snored all night long, so I didn't get any sleep, and he woke up a couple of times and had a fever. In the morning I pumped him full of ibuprofen and saltine crackers, and powerade. Aaron, being the quick wit that he is, came out with "I thought we toppled the Nazi Regime 50 years ago"....and later "I married a Nazi Fascist".....all because I gave him a time limit to drink his powerade and eat 10 saltine crackers in. I went to Rite Aid and got some chicken noodle soup, and some Tylenol and a thermometer, and when I got back he was sleeping soundly. Monday night he threw up a couple of times and I didn't get any sleep at all. He kept tossing in bed and turning. Finally he stopped moving and I got some sleep. But....by that time it was 7 in the morning! He didn't go to school today and is just sleeping in bed alternating different drugs to keep him from throwing up more. What fun!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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