Last night our intrepid camper Gumby (7 1/2 yr old) suddenly emerged from the camper to sit next to us by the campfire. With sad, watery eyes he said in a pitiful voice, "I feel sick". He nearly immediately threw-up. Crash (3 1/2 yr old) fell asleep without eating his dinner but had noshed on jerky like a wild man. I hadn't slept more than a cat-nap here & there at various times throughout the night. It was amusing to hear little guy snores & the occasional blurb of sleep-talking coming from one or both of the youngest two. Since the boys slept in the living & dining quarters of the camper, there was no where to escape to.
This morning Gumby was perfectly fine in a way that only children can be recovering from a virus. My hubby was kind enough to hand me coffee, however our big dog was vying for more attention & put her paw on my lap accidentally knocking the literally, boiling-hot beverage all over me. Funny how fast boiling liquid can seep through a robe & pajamas-but I wasn't laughing. After a bit of debating hubby finally decided to attempt taking the boys out on his own to fish a nearby lake he had not yet explored. I had mentioned the idea of hanging out at the camp today playing card games & watching movies but this was met with extreme disapproval from My Dearest. Apparently these fish are on a schedule & won't wait a day to be caught, ha ha. I am of the mind that his winning a game of electronic Yatzee against me is what set the odds in my favor & elevated his mood to the status of fearlessly taking his sons fishing without me. I had previously beat the socks of him a couple times at games of electronic scrabble on his palm pilot. Men & egos are tricky things, like a moody cat or an injured wild animal. I envisioned open fractures & no cell signal. While the former is highly unlikely, the latter is true. When they left I locked the door - just in case, in case of what I don't know, there is virtually nobody around other than an occasional deer hunter a few miles away passing by. So, unless squirrels are going to knock on the door & try to sell me something or ask for me to put more dog food out, I should be race-ready for a nap. If sleep would just come. hubby's cpap machine hadn't been working so he was snoring during the nights too. Without that to contend with I may have a chance! Yea!
After finally relaxing (without my restless leg medicine & sleep medicine that's tough to do) I fell asleep for about 2 hours. Waking to have my same disc slip in my back for the 2nd time today wasn't fun. However, spying 2 Golden mantle chipmunks delight in running up to our dog food bowl, eat a kernel & take one back to their little homes gave me great joy & entertainment. In my next life, I want to be a chipmunk: they're suppose to get fat in the winter & rest a lot. The rest of the time they're spunky, energetic & always cute, making people smile. It's a tough call, stay up & watch them haul off all our dog food or - go back to bed. I have a feeling more chippy viewing opportunities will more readily present themselves than napping opportunities, so, back to being a "Bed Zombie" as Gumby newly dubbed me. The sun is out but so is the wind, I'm so glad I got to stay behind today & nurse my cold & everything else that's wrong with me! Note to self - let hubby win more games of Yatzee.
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