Today’s Weather: High of 42. Low of 30. Yesterday it got up to 60, but as we were driving home from Billings a big gray cloud came in from the east, and it scattered some snow around overnight. Today was sunny, though chillier than it has been.
Saturday morning Beau and I headed to Billings with Nephew Nate, 9-year-old Asher, and 2-year-old Muggins. (The girls stayed home with my mom.) Nate and our boys explored the Rocky Mountain College campus while Beau and I attended the funeral of Doc McDowell, a favorite college professor of mine. (More on that in a future post!)
Saturday night was Mom’s Night Out for me. Beau stayed home with the kids and I met with a couple girlfriends (actually, friends since kindergarten) for “book club” — though our evening involved a lot more giggling than the average book would call for! We really did all read the same book, though: Mildred Walker’s Winter Wheat. (More on that in a future post!)
Muggins surprised us and vomited three times between 3 a.m. and 9 a.m. Sunday morning. We don’t know why. We never know why.
Seven-year-old Emi, whom I would consider to be one of the toughest human beings I know, spent most of today flat on the couch with a terrible cough and fever. I would really like for everyone in our family to be well.
Because I feel like we’ve been sick for at least four weeks. It takes a while for a tummy bug to get through a family of six, and we got up from that one just on time to catch the cold. Spring can’t get here fast enough for me because I assume it’ll put an end to cold and flu season.
I’ve had enough of sickness around here, so much so that today I declared a moratorium on refined sugar consumption in our house. (I mean, we’ve got to try something.) There’s a part of me that’s starting to be suspicious those crazy people are right — maybe too much sugar in our diets really does suppress our immune systems and feed the bad bugs. I’ll keep ya posted. I can report that I didn’t eat any refined sugar today.
Despite it all, I had to prepare for and get to a rodeo club meeting today… which means Beau was Dr. Dad here at the house. He did a great job — from fearlessly washing Muggins’ dirty bedding to keeping Emi in cough drops and Tylenol. Three cheers for Daddy!
The real question is: How am I going to make it through tomorrow without sugar in my coffee?
© Tami Blake