Time has really flown since my last post! If I remember correctly, the last time I checked in with ya'll, we were getting ready to head out to Cub Scout camp. Well, THAT was an adventure, so we may as well start there!
Early in the week a 24 hour stomach bug had been through the older two boys. Not really a huge thing, and they were feeling pretty well by week's end. But then, Thursday night at bedtime, it hit Stitch. He lost his supper, and then a bit more, but slept all night, and seemed fine Friday morning.
I had already planned to stay home from school (we were only having a half day that day) and pack for our trip. We were supposed to meet some other Scout people at 12:30 for the trip up to camp. I woke up not feeling well at all.
Let me jump in here and say that I can count on one hand the number of times I have--to put it delicately--gotten sick. Let's just say that if I was one of those poor moms who spent their pregnancies getting sick, we would probably only have one kid!
Needless to say, I laid very still in the bed with my teeth clenched, trying to hold it together. And it was working--until Stitch (who got left home with Mommy while Dad and the boys were at school) said "Mommy, I need to go potty." I mean, what could I do? I had to get up and help him...and it was all over then.
After a few very unpleasant minutes in the bathroom, I felt a little better, and decided I'd better get some packing done while I had the energy. I figured that if I was to sick to go, at least Daddy could take the big boys and they could still go. So I very slowly packed things for the weekend. Poor Stitch--he hadn't ever seen Mommy like that!
Well, I had it mostly done by the time Hubby and the boys got home. I then proceeded to lay down and hope everything got to the van and nothing got left behind. Since we knew the virus was very short-lived, and I had gotten sick any more, I decided to tough it out and go. I got some very concerned looks from the other Scout people when we drove in the parking lot to meet! I must have looked half dead--and I felt worse than I looked!
I slept the entire trip up there--about two hours. Which was enough to get me through unpacking, and supper. We then went to bed and I slept off the rest of the virus. Saturday morning I felt a million times better, which was a great relief!
After the initial bumpy start, camp was great this year! The boys were able to enjoy it a lot more since they were older. Stitch was funny--he spent the entire time Friday saying "Can we go home now? I want to go home!", and then, as we were heading back to the campsite to pack up our stuff Saturday night to leave, he says "Daddy, I love camping--can we stay here some more?" You should have seen the look on his face when we told him it was time to go home!
The weekend had a pirate theme, so the boys got to decorate "pirate hats" for craft time. Arrgghh, Matey!
Aww, aren't they cute?! It looks like they had a pretty good time! :)