And now for the bacon. We rarely eat bacon. Ellie has had it, at most, 2 times in her little 4 1/2 year old life (is she really going to be 5?!). Yesterday I was making french toast from some day old bread Sam picked up when he went to the cannery in IL this past Saturday. I remembered some bacon we had out in the freezer that we had purchased back in June when the children and I got here. I figured it would be a nice treat to go with the deliciously buttery and syrupy, not to mention powder sugary, french toast. SCREECH ... let me back up a little.
Long, long ago in a land far away ... last Sunday here in our little abode in Belgium, a little boy got very, very sick. Like obedient little dominoes, his siblings all followed and we were wiped out for the entire week. Nasty high fever (103 or better) lasting 3 days, horrid cough, whiny miserable children laying around with cold washcloths on their foreheads and necks. Zack, then Jake, then Ellie, then Addie, all getting it one to two days after the most recent victim. Of course when the girls got it they were vomiting and couldn't keep even ice chips down. I didn't get out of pajamas all week and by Friday I was beyond insane. Then it got me. Sam needed to go help at the cannery and I wanted to die with fever.
By this time, Zackary and Jacob were ready to bounce off the walls because they were feeling great again. Ellie was almost there but still recovering so she was an absolute pill due to the fact that her body could not keep up with her spirit and that's just no fun. Addie, oh there isn't time to type it all down, wow - I did not know a child could cry so much about anything and nothing at all. I am positive I could count the minutes she was quiet on one hand, it was awful! Much other drama and nonsense but I am sure you get the lovely picture.
Forward to Sunday. Sam took the three oldest to church and I stayed home with Addie, who was now over her fever and keeping fluids down, but still very much not up to going anywhere. Not to mention me. Ellie looked like a zombie when they returned, completely whipped. I wanted her to stay home but she wanted to go to church so badly. Her old primary teacher just lost her father this past week to pancreatic cancer and Ellie wanted to sit by her to comfort her and help her feel better. How can you say 'no' to that? Add in your husband coming out after praying and saying, "I feel like Ellie needs to go to church." Okay, so I am overridden, I get it.
Sam tried to lay down with the girls and take a nap, no success. The worst part about this thing was the extreme exhaustion that hit when the fever finally broke, coupled with an inability to sleep because you are stir crazy. It was pretty here people, awesomely pretty x 4= heinous, actually! So, no nap for walking dead girls, and you knew it was going to hit eventually. And boy did it hit. I can't really describe it and wish I had video, but maybe if you could just imagine a crazed lunatic crashing down from a massive high on some kind of radical upper; maybe if you could do that you could picture Ellie yesterday about 4:00 p.m.. Maybe.
I checked out and was happily cooking bacon in the kitchen while leaving Sam to deal with the "incident". Screaming, name calling, yelling, crying, and fabulous accusations were flying around, it was so loud. And then. From screaming, crying, and all that; immediately silence - dead silence for about 5 seconds. "Bacon. Is that bacon I smell?" In the most chipper voice I have ever known her to possess. No one said a word we all held our breath for the next little while and sure enough it was done, no more. Oh, how I love bacon.
Bacon folks go out and get yours today, you never know when you'll need the stuff!
1 comment:
I think I will go out and buy a pig.
Food storage!
Love Grandma
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