Stomach Flu with a View

I had a stomach bug.  I guess I still have symptoms that I'm recovering from but it is NOTHING like yesterday.  It's been 20 years or better since I've been sick with flu-like symptoms.  I never took it for granted, either.  Every time someone would have the flu, I would always whisper a quick prayer of thankfulness that I didn't have it, and hadn't had it for some time.  Never, ever, would I even THINK of saying, I haven't had the flu in over 20 years.  I'm smart enough to know you never mention a no-hitter.

That's the problem with being a relatively thankful person.  If you never take something for granted, like two decades of no puking, when it does eventually happen, you feel twice as bad and upset because you tried so hard to recognize your good fortune, and, apparently that alone should have kept all the bad things away.  It doesn't happen.  Instead, you're abandoned by your husband left in the care of your puppies all day on a Friday.  My wonderful abandoner husband made sure I was set up in a freshly fluffed Lovesac downstairs with a medley of clear liquids, a cocktail of medicines, and a stack of entertaining reading material.  Upstairs, he set everything I would need to make a can of soup.  Well, I drank the clear liquids and enjoyed the medical cocktail but the reading material proved ineffectual as I could hardly focus on the small words.  As many people know, I don't sleep very well, and since I'd gotten a whole six hours before the death plagues started, sleep did not come.  After exceeding my television watching attention span of 6 minutes, I was left immobile (except for the VERY frequent trips to the nearby bathroom) with nothing to do except stare at my basement walls.

Here are some revelations from that day:

1.  Travis has not cleaned "his" bathroom downstairs since Obama was elected President.  The first time.

2.  It is amazing that although one doesn't have the energy to climb stairs, one can very effectively clean a disgusting toilet that hasn't been cleaned in a long time.

3.  I timed my short walks to and from the bathroom nearly perfectly.  Except once.  When I fainted.  At least it was on the way back to the Lovesac.

4.  Quick, unexpected naps on the hard carpeted floor by the bathroom are usually reserved for our girl pup, Aurora.  Yesterday, she had a napping buddy while I regained consciousness.  But I'm fine.  Seriously.  I used to pass out all the time when I was little.

5.  Due to the fainting spell, I did not find it in my best interest to walk up the stairs to make soup.  It would have been fine on the way up, but making the soup and eating it would have taken too much energy and then it would have been a tumble down the stairs for sure.  Plus, I didn't really want to eat anything.  I did manage to eat 4 crackers in 10 hours.  Win.

6.  The Great Pyrenees calendar hanging on the wall by the Lovesac was stuck on September.  After pointing this out to my husband, he changed it.  To October.  I requested this though since I thought it would be an injustice not to give the October puppies any air time.

7.  I have 18 license plates hanging in my basement.

And, last but not least...

8.  I won't be eating Casey's sausage pizza for a very long time.

Last Week's Buzzwords

Headlock Kid.
Starting back to school in my class tomorrow.  This is his third school move in six months.  No wonder this kid's got problems.  I'm praying that I can be useful in this kid's life--and possibly his mom's.  Anyone who uproots their family every two months surely needs some outside help and support.

Rocko!  Brocko!  Rock.

Who is the President of the United States?  Well, that's up for debate in 3rd grade.  Granted, this was from last year, but after last week's elections, I felt it was appropriate to post after finding them today on my camera.  If you're wondering, the next question was "How many states are in the United States?"

Mm-Hmm... looks like I have my work cut out for me...

Restraints and kitten punches.
Had to restrain a kid this week.  That doesn't bother me too much.  She was just having a really bad day and has diagnosed behavior disorders, but it was the first time I've done that this year.  All I was really thinking was Wow, this girl has cat-like responses to things.  No... wait a minute.  This girl isn't strong enough to be a cat.  This girl has kitten-like responses to things.  Softest punches I've ever taken!  All in all, not too bad.

And, last but not least...

Testicles!
Shouted out during a lively game of Mad Libs the last 10 minutes of the day last Wednesday.  The boy who shouted it out had
NO.
IDEA.
what it meant.

HA!  Luckily I de-escalated the situation like a Super Teacher.
Like a Rocks the Denim Jumper kind of teacher.
Like a Talk in a Soft Voice Very Patiently kind of teacher.
Like a Listen Up Boys and Girls kind of teacher.

And, he now knows what testicles are.  So maybe I just rocked it like a Teacher Who Gives Anatomy Lessons on the Sidewalk as Your Bus is Pulling Up kind of teacher.

So that was my week.  But enough about me.  How are YOU?