So you know how I said Ben wasn't feeling good on Saturday (conveniently) while I was busy unpacking? He apparently legitimately had a stomach bug of some sort, because he gave it to me. And apparently, he had picked it up from someone at work last week. Phooey. And because I was so stressed out from the moving stuff, my immune system was weakened and I got it good yesterday. I started feeling bad around 8:30 before taking the kids to school, and by 11:15 I had put Connor down for a nap and gone to bed myself. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stay away more than about 30-45 minutes straight for the rest of the day, so I basically slept from 11:15 am yesterday to about 6:15 this morning with some minor interruptions. And though Connor did demolish the family room around me yesterday, he couldn't actually do any damage to himself while I was dropping in and out of consciousness. And then because I barely ate (or drank) anything yesterday, I almost passed out in the shower twice this morning! What were the chances??
I think I've caught up on my sleep now.