Sickly Sunday

It was not such a fun weekend at the Robbins house this weekend. I woke up around 1 am on Saturday morning sick to my stomach, and spent the next couple hours hugging a toilet. So Saturday was pretty low-key for me. I watched some football, did some laundry, and lounged about while James started working on a new doghouse for Winchester. I felt a bit better by the evening, but then James had to leave for his final EMT shift. 

He came home around 9 am on Sunday, and was home about two hours before he took off running for the bathroom. Then it was his turn to pay homage to the porcelain gods. We had lots to do yesterday. Finish the doghouse, winterize the faucets, etc. Instead we spent most of the day in bed, sleeping off whatever it was that hit us. Well, he was sleeping. I rewatched Outlander and studied for my CASA training. (I think I could watch Outlander over and over again!) 

Sickly Sunday

 

So it was an unproductive and unfun weekend. But some weekends are just like that, right?