Withdrawal

I must be suffering from withdrawal from my husband. After being together non-stop for the past week, it's hard to give him back up to Farrah again. The day he went back to work was the day I got sick. Really sick. I have caught some kind of stomach bug that makes me spend lots of time face down in the toilet. The only thing I have been able to keep down are crackers and Sprite.

I'm just thankful that I'm the only one that was affected and I hope it stays that way. And if I have to suffer through the stomach bug, I hope it takes away all those pounds I put on while I was indulging myself on vacation. It's the least it can do.

Grace has been an amazing nurse, standing by my side while I am sick and asking, "How can I help for you, sweetie Mama?" and then grabbing a tissue and dabbing my face. When she asks, "Does that make you feel all better now?" I can honestly say that it does.

Needless to say, we've hung around the house the past couple of days and the only picture I took was a quick one I snapped on my phone. Grace found her ballet outfit in her closet and wanted to try it on. I was just as excited to see her in it so I obliged. But then the girl refused to take it off again!