Sick day.

I made the awful mistake of eating something I shouldn't...and paid the price yesterday. I spent the day sick in bed with all the horrible side effects of food poisoning. I had to force myself up long enough to pick up my son from school and wait for the husband to come home. My butt prints are still on the couch.

Once my husband arrived I immediately went back to bed. Within 30 seconds of my head hitting the pillow, in came my son. He informed me that he was my doctor and he was going to take care of me. He ran off, I presumed to get his doctor's kit, but he came back carrying his tool box. I asked him if he was going to use those on Mommy and he grinned from ear to ear. He grabbed the little plastic saw and began "cutting" on my leg. Actually it tickled like hell, but I was too sick to complain. My little doctor told me he would cut off my head and I would feel better. I fell asleep out of exhaustion while my little doctor kept working on me with his play tools.

I woke up this morning feeling much better. Hurray for the little doctor with the tool box!

I am still trying to find my head though.