It was a night. One of those that you do not know if you want to laugh or cry so you do both out of exhaustion.
Saturday morning I had a headache and an upset stomach. I did not eat until late last night, and it was a bowl of Cheerios, by this time my husband was feeling somewhat off also. Then they began. The trips to the restroom. Every few minutes, just as I would get settled back in bed, another wave of cramps.
I could not sleep for the stomach cramps. At about 2:00 I had finally dozed off, when I hear my husband screaming in the bathroom. I jumped up, and yelled if he was okay. His answer made my stomach turn all the more. The toilet had over flowed with him. I admit, I laughed to myself that it was him and not me, but I also felt bad for him. It took him a while to clean it up and climb back in bed.
It was not long however that I was up again. I held my breath as I flushed. I had the plunger in hand just in case. The water came up, up, up, and I plunged, plunged, plunged, until it went down, down, down. Whew, that was close. I settled back in bed and dozed off for a few minutes.
Then Daisy needed to go outside. Urgh.
Shortly after I climbed back in bed, she also let me know that it was time for her breakfast. She wants breakfast at 6:00. It was 5:45. I really wanted to sleep, so I let all four dogs out again and fed Daisy and Gage breakfast.
That held her over for two hours. I pretty much gave up on sleep at that point.