Abby and I went on a date last night for her birthday dinner and some last minute shopping. She chose to go to Chili's because it is all of a sudden her favorite place to eat ever. She ordered the mac-n-cheese and hot molten chocolate cake (which was incredible, by the way). I ordered the fajita quesadillas with a side of salmonella. You can't go wrong with that, so I've been told.
I knew the food didn't "sit right" in m'belly, but I thought it was because I had the chance to actually sit and enjoy my food for the first time in oh, 5 years, give or take a few. Obviously, my stomach is used being quickly showered with half-chewed food and doesn't quite know what to do when it doesn't need to work as a gizzard.
But no, that wasn't it at all. And let me just say that after getting food poisoning pretty close the being on the heels of the stomach virus we had a few weeks ago, I'll take the stomach virus. It's a lot less brutal. Let me just say that the past few hours have been plain horrid (said with a perfect English accent).
I realized that I needed help with the kiddos when I threw a bottle of formula to the poor Nateman on my rush to hurl whatever contents were left in my stomach. I was really hoping that he would figure out how to feed himself, but it was just wishful thinking. The girls ate honey buns for breakfast because I couldn't get up to fix them anything. I decided to call for reinforcements and Jay came home to keep the kiddos while I spent the remainder of the morning sleeping.
I feel like a new woman now! I'm a very tired and horribly weak woman, but one that is thankfully getting better.
For Abby's birthday dinner next year, I think we'll stick to just eating dessert.