We got up and packed for the park once again. This time the kids wore their suits as we planned on going to a splash pad, as Sherah called it, a park - all perfectly made within a high fence. The playground was in a bowl with places to climb, drive, and swing. The wading pool was encircled by a large and high fence - keeping the kids locked in, and out of, reaching distance.
The kids loved it, but I was feeling pretty lousy all morning. We turned around to head home for launch and I was felling worse - I thought I was going to throw up. Sure enough, halfway home I had to hit the brakes, jump out, and throw up in the grass. (Mostly the water my sister had been pushing me to drink).
I got back to the house and laid down but my body was throbbing with aches that I hadn’t noticed before. I suppose it was a flu bug, but the aches kept me from any relief of sleep. I laid miserably in the bed for an hour and half while Tolga and Sherah managed feeding and changing the kids for nap time. Even though I had breakfast hours earlier and had been laying for over an hour - I got up and threw up everything.
We all napped and I woke up still feeling miserable. On top of this, my sister asked if we were planning to stay the night because “if we were, Mike was going to go and stay at his parents house.”
Tolga was annoyed and said, we’ll go then. We were going to go to Seth’s but in the end - I vetoed moving because I could hardly move. I promised Sherah we’d leave first thing in the morning, but I just couldn’t manage it.
It was fourth of July - Josh was going to join us for fireworks, Libby and Seth were going to too - but instead I laid in bed, nursing Tuana, getting up occasionally - but all my energy zapped.
I missed the fourth of July in America.
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