It's been two weeks we've been down with this flu thing. DH has lost 20 pounds. It's not fair! I ate very little more than he did and I'm down only 8 pounds. It's emotionally trying when your beloved is 30 pounds lighter than you are. Clearly, I come from a line of people that survived through illness and famine. No pining away for this kid! We are both feeling vastly better, and even have started to eat a bit. We didn't have the Noro virus, thank God, just the 18 day flu. And nothing tasted good. See, there's his advantage. If nothing tastes good, he won't eat. I'm a clean plate ranger and will ignore the taste because it's my job to eat, whether I want to or not. Early training and the control issues of a mother who believes that if she loves you, she will feed you, and if you love her, you will eat.
In America, do kids who are picky eaters ever starve to death?
Often I say that I skipped blogging because nothing has been happening. We have been sleeping 15 to 18 hours a day and have not left the house except to get the mail for freaking ever. We are starting to get shack-nasty, but are still to puny to do anything about it. Thank God for the laptops!
And really, for the past two weeks, nothing has happened here.