Sick Day

OR RATHER SICK WEEKEND.  Friday morning I woke up with a headache.  Not too bad, but within an hour or so it was really pounding behind my left eye.  Chris took all three boys and went to get some breakfast for them and his two buddies that were staying with us while I took a rest.  But before I could rest this headache cranked itself up to warp speed.  Very rarely I get migraines.  The last one was actually about two years ago but when they come it is bad news for me and this one jumped me from behind.  I took some Tylenol but threw it up about 10 minutes later.  Chris got back from breakfast to find me lying in the bed with a cold washcloth on my forehead.  One of my most attractive looks to be sure.  I say all this to explain the absolute hero worship I had for Chris on Friday.  Luckily he had taken the day off so he didn't have to go into work BUT the reason he had taken the day off was because his two buddies where in town.  Visiting friends aside, he got me a little water, grabbed the three boys and his friends, and kept them all outside of the house and busy until nap time when he brought them home and put the boys to bed.  He stopped in off and on throughout the morning to check on me and once I woke up to find half a crusty bagel Will had left on my pillow in case I was hungry.  With Chris' care I slept until almost 3:00 in the afternoon and was able to kick this headache in a day which is some kind of record.  Thank you thank you!  And thanks to his friends--luckily they are both dads and didn't mind the little ones tagging along with them (or if they did they were too polite to show it).Anyway, I got over my headache but Matthew came down with a sore throat  By Saturday afternoon I had pretty much decided on staying home from church since Matthew wasn't well and Joseph had the runs.  Will sealed the deal by jumping off the couch (protecting his Kangaroo fort), crashing into the floor, and biting a nice little hole in his tongue.  It wasn't that bad and I guess tongues heal very quickly but it required a liquid and soft food diet for a day so by that time church was out.  Sunday morning Chris left for his speaking assignment (with his two buddies in tow--I had to laugh since he was visiting a different ward and looked like he was bringing his own personal entourage) and we got to sit calmly and eat breakfast as slow as we pleased.  Just as I was thinking what a pleasant morning it had been without the rush to get out the door Joseph, standing flat on the floor, not running, not climbing, leaned a little too hard on the back of a kid sized wooden chair, the chair flipped, he went down with it, and got a nasty cut right along the corner of his eye.   Ahhh!  It bled like crazy and it took me a minute to get some rags pressed on it and see how deep it was.  Not bad enough for stitches but Chris was welcomed home by a still bleeding gash and black eye.  I'm thinking we would have been better off at church.