Well that kinda sucked.

It is the end of the long weekend in the Wavis household and we have survived. Seriously. We survived. What was going to be a lovely long weekend of family time, spent partly in MA, partly in ME, with TWO GRANDMOTHERS to help with the child, was spent primarily in confinement in Arlington.

Let me back up. Partway through Thanksgiving dinner, the hubs turned to me and said "I don't feel so good" Cue the vomiting. Actually, we made it home before it began, but it was like nothing I have ever heard and I'm pretty sure, like nothing he'd ever experienced. Generally the stomach flu isn't such a big deal. You feel like ass for 24 hours and then rebound. However, going into this as tired and drained as he was and as dehydrated as he was made allllllllll the difference.

A few moments after the puke fest ended, the muscle cramps set in. In his back. Like, all over his back, causing not quiet yelling to emit from his mouth. Ultimately, he requested to go to the ER. Also fine, but what do you do with a 1 year old who is sleeping peacefully in the other room? I called Grandma and she and Grandpa hauled on over to stay here. Then, I called 911. There was no way this man was going to get into an upright position and ride in a car. Truth be told, I did not want to clean puke outta my car either.

So, he got a ride in a super cool ambulance over to Mt. Auburn where we shacked up in the ER from 11pm to 5am. 3 bags of saline and 2 kinds of nausea medicine later, we returned home. The hubs went to bed and I lay down for 15 minutes before the Shorty got up for the day.

Let me say that again. I LAY DOWN FOR 15 MINUTES BEFORE THE SHORTY GOT UP FOR THE DAY. Yes, I got no sleep on Thanksgiving night. The grandparents had stayed up until 3 thinking we might be back, so they were pooped and not in a position to really come back and do anything. Fortunately, my former sister by marriage came in the afternoon to take the Shorty for 2 hours and let me get some rest. And, my mother-in-law very, very, very kindly, canceled her plans to go to ME and came by every day of the weekend to take the Shorty for some length of time so we could either rest or go do something.

My tank was feeling pretty empty going into this holiday. I hadn't really wanted to go away in part due to the work of getting ready to go, but also knowing it was going to be less than fabulous sleep for the little one and by extension me. Staying in a non-babyproofed house was also not going to lend itself to my being relaxed. However, I would have taken that over this.

So, here we are at Tuesday and back to real life. It is a blessing that only one of us got this bug and he is more or less back on his feet. There are two more weeks of teaching in the semester and then I'll have a break. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to having some days of being home while the Shorty is at daycare. I can get some Christmas shopping done, we can have a cleaner, more organized home, dinners can be made at a decent hour because I'll have time to prep in advance. I might even, GASP, take a nap once in a while. It'll only last for a month or so, but I'll take it.

I like to give thanks for things on Thanksgiving and this year, I gave thanks for survival. Never thought about that one before, but it feels like a gift to have made it through the weekend.