We went camping last weekend at a large gathering, deep in the pinewoods of East Texas. It was the first time Monsieur had taken the family anywhere as a group to a semi-public “event” of any kind. This had the feel of a family reunion. A lot of the people there were musicians and had been on the same jazz / pop / show tunes circuit for years. Everyone had a great Maggie story. And everyone liked me, which was something that I was worried about.
We got there early in the morning and I had a great time, up until the moment I woke up in the tent at 2 AM with the feeling that my stomach was being twisted in a knot. I made it to the camp toilet just in time. And stayed there the rest of the night.
We missed Sunday dinner the next morning. Monsieur took a look at me and started packing up the tent and bedrolls. The kids were mad at me. Heck, I was mad at me.
I’m still not well. More later.
4 comments:
awww. hope you're feeling better.
please share some maggie stories some day.
don't be mad at yourself for being sick - and try not to worry too much about the kids- Kids can get mad or angry at their own parents - It won't be different because it is you sweety - You are still a human being and a lovely one - hugs
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I hope you start feeling better chicky! Gosh I hope your not prego *wink*!
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