About That Empty Calendar

So Dude went to a friend’s house for a sleepover Friday, and Princess and I had girls night . . . dinner, shopping, the usual
Saturday . . . Dude came down with the flu. I thought he was just tired from the sleepover, so he took a couple hour nap. When he woke up and came downstairs, he said he “threw up” . . . no more details. So I went and checked the bathroom and all was well. An hour later, I went into his room to turn on his baseboard heater and it was AWFUL! He’d gotten sick IN BED and didn’t say anything! BLUCK! So I cleaned up what I could and dragged his sheets to the laundry room for the second time that day (it was clean sheet day). He spent the evening on the couch watching Harry Potter, with the occasional trip to the bathroom to empty his stomach.

Saturday night . . . Duma came down with the flu! Just my luck. She’s had kennel cough the past week and had turned a corner and was acting like her old self again, when suddenly she decided throwing up looked like fun! The bad thing about a fluish dog? They don’t know to go into the bathroom and they can’t open the door by themselves to go out no matter how hard they stare at it, what with no thumbs and all. And she’s so friggin’ quiet at night that I didn’t hear her get up to puke until it was too late.

So ya - I had quite a fun time with the 2 sick “kids” . . . I did get a lot crossed off my to do list since Princess did lots of crafts she got for her birthday and the other 2 were incapacitated . . . but it wasn’t quite the “empty calendar” weekend I’d planned for.