Made you look, didn't I?
This was the only way I could aptly describe the ill that has been sweeping among our friends, and now myself, this past week. Since last Saturday I have been stricken to the confines of the bed, couch, and on one occasion, floor, as the nasty bug knocked me flat.
Poor Yukon was, of course, assigned to all aspects of home management, which he performed admirably. There is nothing like watching a daddy do mommy stuff with mommy watching, however.
"Uh, dear, he's playing outside in his underwear."
"Did you give them anything resembling vegetables tonight?"
"Sweetie, please do not let Bear eat jalapeno Cheetos for dinner, even if he wants them."
I believe one night Bear went to bed around 11 p.m. (you must remember that is when it gets dark around here now). Dad and Wolf stayed up and watched "Wild Wild West, the Series". Mom, Mom who?
I remember when I was a kid and my mother would go somewhere on a Saturday, or when she was sick, Dad would make the two things he knew how to in the kitchen; cheese sandwiches with butter and scrambled eggs. Then we had to go with him to clean the garage.
I think the jalepeno Cheetos - outside in your underwear thing sounds a whole lot better, don't you?