Matt has had some kind of stomach flu for the past few days. I should have seen it coming; he has been tired all week, having no opinion on what to eat for dinner, telling me I could play whatever game I wanted and falling asleep on the couch around 9. So the actual being sick part started Thursday and he tried to go to work yesterday but only made it a few hours before he gave in and asked his boss to let him go home. And I'm such a hypochondriac that every twinge, burp or stomach growl was carefully considered to see if I was getting sick, too. I wasn't. Today we have his cousin's wedding and he's still in bed right now, and when I asked him how he was feeling, he moaned and pulled the covers over his head. Then again, that might have simply been healthy Matt not wanting to get out of bed. We have a few more hours before the wedding, so we'll see.
It's kind of boring when he's sick. A lot of the stuff we do in the evenings we do together, whether it's playing games or watching a movie, or evening the annoying stuff like cleaning and other chores. When he doesn't want to do anything, it feels kind of odd for me to go do stuff, like I'm being callous and not taking care of him. Not that I could do anything to make him feel better, but still. This morning I got up at 8 and I had been planning on making breakfast (we haven't had a good home breakfast in a few weeks) but he's too sick for anything big. So I ate cereal and have been checking out prices on warming filters and looking for better banana bread recipes. FYI, Kashi's Honey Sunshine cereal looks like Cap'n Crunch but tasts like Honeycomb.
Tonight, regardless of how he's feeling, I have work to do. We're hosting a superbowl party, so there's plenty of cleaning and cooking to do to get ready for that. And I'm not a big football fan, so I'm planning on working on some crafty stuff for the games for our youth group night next week. It's on dating, and some of the kids came over last Sunday to shoot videos for the evening. We also need to edit them and we really have no idea what we're doing when it comes to using the editing program. So I'm going to have to try to figure that out.
Footsteps upstairs. Someone's out of bed. Hopefully feeling little better.
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