7AM Saturday morning. We wake up and the blacksmith is having terrible stomach cramps. The day went down hill from there for him.
8:30 AM the son calls, can I watch the baby (the boys had stayed all night with us). Lori had the flu. It hit her about 4 hours before it came to our house.
My day was watching this little dare devil. Her brothers were pretty much entertained with cartoons and the Wii fit.
Saturday night I slept in the spare bedroom. The blacksmith was still very ill.
I woke up at 2 AM to check on him. He was starting to make a turn for the better he thought.
Sunday morning, 7:30 he got up and took a shower. I stripped the bed completely. I opened the windows in the bedroom, turned the ceiling fan on high and shut the door.
By the time all the bed clothes were washed and bleached, it was down to 60 degrees in the bedroom. There flu bugs take that cold!
The kids came back as their mother was still not up to par. Their Daddy had to run his traps on the river.
So this is what I did next. She loves her bath.
Between laundering 3 loads of clothes, making a batch of pepper jelly, making a batch of sweet dough, feeding the kids and reading the newspaper, my day was full.
Oh did I say I had to keep an eye on this little traveler?
Tonight the blacksmith is feeling better. Hopefully all bugs flew out the window.