Well it has been a crazy weekend!

Saturday was a fine day, until DH and I went out for dinner and I overstuffed myself. I logged the calories, but the food sat like a lead weight in my gut and left me up FOUR POUNDS the next morning, as it hadn't yet passed through my digestive tract.

In fact, it never did actually make its' way through.

You see, Sunday morning found my husband and I awake after only three hours of sleep, dealing with a vomiting toddler. By the time she was done (roughly four episodes an an hour later) there wasn't a clean blanket or pillow case to be found for her crib, and she was *miserable*. I had to still go to church, as I work in the nursery and had a bell choir performance, but I had been feeling progressively worse since Saturday afternoon and the early morning stress compounded that.

I made it through service and the performance and then headed home right after, with a wickedly upset stomach, and ended up throwing up pretty much everything I had eaten since Friday. It turns out that what my daughter had, I also had, and about 1/4 of our church as well. We had all passed it to each other at an anniversary dinner for our Pastor, that was held Friday night.

So vomity, unhappy, general icky feelings were swirling around the entire congregation, and I was no exception.

After an afternoon spent feeling so achy and weak I couldn't move, and constantly being awoken from sleep due to nausea pangs, I started feeling slightly more human around 6:00 pm. I had a piece of bread and some apple juice for dinner and slept on it, and THANKFULLY it seems both my older daughter and I are feeling better this morning!

Younger daughter is fussing in her crib, so that could either be her being normal and wanting to play, or the beginning of a day of illness. I am obviously praying for the former!

I don't know if my weight is accurate or not - I saw 208 on Thanksgiving, sprung up to 213 on Sunday, and am back down to 208.8 this morning. I'm calling that as my official weigh-in weight, but I would not be shocked if it sprung up a pound or so now that I can eat again. It doesn't really matter, as I am happily back on plan, but a fluctuation would not shock me!

This week is going to be a whirlwind of activity as we prep for our vacation to California on Thursday. Hubby is working a full week and will be gone from 4 am tomorrow to 2 am Wednesday, in Fort Yukon on inspection! Then the rest of Wednesday will be spent at work, for him, then packing furiously, and wheels go up on the plane Thursday morning. I need to make final arrangements with the house sitter, deal with the perishables in the fridge, clean the house, pack up the kids' belongings, and gird my loins for the stress that will be traveling all day through airports with a two year old and a one year old.

Wish me luck, because I am going to need it! The only saving grace is that the illness that was sidelining us does just appear to be a 24 hour bug, so I will hopefully have more energy to deal with all this busyness!