The days quickly fell into a routine. Up, sitter's, work, sitter's, home, dinner, play, bed. Repeat. Every other weekend with Missi and Kathi, and always church on Sundays and then dinner with Kent's folks.
When I went back to work, we splurged and hired a housecleaner for three hours a week. Shirley came on Monday afternoons. We always left the money for her on the table, but unless we were running late she was usually still there when we got home.
So we got home and Kent went out to mow the yard while Shirley and I visited and played with Lindsay. After I few minutes Shirley left, and then I thought 'I don't feel so well'. I put Lindsay in the playpen (yes, I know, I'm an evil person, using a playpen) and hurried to the bathroom, where I was violently sick. From fine to "dying" - all in a matter of minutes. I can't get to the door, so I'm pounding on the window, hoping Kent will hear me over the mower.
I continued to be sick all evening. At some point, Missi and Kathi's (who had been with us over the weekend) mom called and said they were both extremely sick, to the point of broken blood vessels under their eyes from throwing up. (And she's not happy with us.)
I finally made it upstairs to bed and actually slept. Around 2:00, Kent got up and, feeling fine, went downstairs - and had to basically crawl back up. He got sick that fast. Knowing Lindsay was likely to wake at any time, and knowing neither one of us could care for her, he called his folks, who came out and got her. They had to drive back out again a few hours later to take her to the babysitter's, then back again after work to get her and check on us. And they repeated it all the next day, until we were better.
Turns out, we had all gotten food poisoning from a local restaurant over the weekend. NEVER want to go through that again! We were so thankful to have Kent's folks close enough, and willing, to help out. And we got our chance, with a middle-of-the-night call years later, to help with a daughter/son-in-law/granddaughter in need (only they were 300+ miles away, but worth every mile!)
When I went back to work, we splurged and hired a housecleaner for three hours a week. Shirley came on Monday afternoons. We always left the money for her on the table, but unless we were running late she was usually still there when we got home.
So we got home and Kent went out to mow the yard while Shirley and I visited and played with Lindsay. After I few minutes Shirley left, and then I thought 'I don't feel so well'. I put Lindsay in the playpen (yes, I know, I'm an evil person, using a playpen) and hurried to the bathroom, where I was violently sick. From fine to "dying" - all in a matter of minutes. I can't get to the door, so I'm pounding on the window, hoping Kent will hear me over the mower.
I continued to be sick all evening. At some point, Missi and Kathi's (who had been with us over the weekend) mom called and said they were both extremely sick, to the point of broken blood vessels under their eyes from throwing up. (And she's not happy with us.)
I finally made it upstairs to bed and actually slept. Around 2:00, Kent got up and, feeling fine, went downstairs - and had to basically crawl back up. He got sick that fast. Knowing Lindsay was likely to wake at any time, and knowing neither one of us could care for her, he called his folks, who came out and got her. They had to drive back out again a few hours later to take her to the babysitter's, then back again after work to get her and check on us. And they repeated it all the next day, until we were better.
Turns out, we had all gotten food poisoning from a local restaurant over the weekend. NEVER want to go through that again! We were so thankful to have Kent's folks close enough, and willing, to help out. And we got our chance, with a middle-of-the-night call years later, to help with a daughter/son-in-law/granddaughter in need (only they were 300+ miles away, but worth every mile!)
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