Quarantined

Justin has quarantined himself to the basement. What a good and thoughtful husband and papa he is. As soon as he threw up the first time he grabbed his pillow and a big pot and headed on down. I then sprayed every door and drawer handle in the house with lysol. Our basement is partially finished - it's where our washer and dryer, tread mill, some couches, a big tv my grandma gave us and a couple extra beds are. It is NOT the place I would want to be if I were sick with a stomach virus. Oh no, I would want to be in my cozy fluffy bed... contaminating the rest of my family with nary a thought of moving myself somewhere else. But not Justin.

He just called my cell phone from downstairs.

J: How are things going up there?

C: Ok. The kids are finally asleep. I put Steele in our bed. How are you?

J: Ok. I thought I felt better but then I got off the couch...

C: I miss you.

J: I miss you too. I'll come up in the morning if I feel better.


Isn't that so sad??? Earlier when I went down to check on him he told me it was hard for him to lay in bed down there when he could hear the kids running around upstairs. Whatta guy. I love him.

And, I don't feel one bit sorry for myself but I went into the kitchen a little earlier and found ants crawling around under Steele's seat. I just chuckled to myself.

This is life folks. Real life.

*Ok. I lied. I did feel sorry for myself. So I ate a big ol' bowl of strawberry rhubarb crisp and french vanilla ice cream. There. I feel much better now that I have that off my chest...and onto my thighs.

*HA! I might just have to keep updating this. Good thing husbands are still on duty even when they're sick. Our dog Finney just came in whining and chewing at his rear so I sent him dowstairs with Justin. Whaddya know... he has a big wad of poo stuck to his bum. Justin's cutting it out as I type. Thanks hon. That mighta moved me up a whole pants size worth of rhubarb crisp.