A little under the weather

I don't feel that great. I seem to have some sort of stomach thing going on. Not sure if it was the cheeseburgers or not. The last time I came to visit my brother, I got sick also. It was when I went to Germany last June. I got some strange rash all over my neck and chest and was dizzy for like 5 days. We were driving around Germany and Northern France and I didn't even want to get out of the car. I just wanted to lay in the backseat because walking even a block exhausted me. It eventually went away before I left for London for work. Whatever this is, hopefully it won't last much longer. I don't freel horrible, just not great and kind of tired. It could just be that I'm feeling sick now that all of the stress of last week is over. I'm one of those people that has to come down off of stressful situations and usually I get a migraine in the process. When I'm in the middle of something stressful - I have no physical symptoms of it, it's always afterwards. Hopefully I'll feel better soon.

So I'm sitting here with a hot water bottle, waiting for my nephew to wake up. I'm watching him this afternoon/evening. Not that it's all that cold or anything and I need a hot water bottle. I just have a thing for hot water bottles, or "cozy bags." A friend of mine makes cozy bags - they are cloth bags made out of pretty material and filled with rice and cinnamon or jasmine. You microwave them. I sleep with two, sometimes 4 of these things in my bed. I like to heat up two and bury them down under the covers to pre-heat the bed and then the other two I keep with me on the couch while I watch t.v. and then take them to bed with me. I don't have the heat on at my house - but I don't need it. It stays 68 or 70 no matter how cold it is out. But unfortunately, now I need something warm in the bed with me to sleep, and no, another person won't do. I'd rather sleep alone actually. At home I pretty much have a warm cozy bag with me at all times. So, here, I am carrying around a hot water bottle brought back from when they lived in Germany. In fact, truthfully, I have it shoved underneath my sweater between my sweater and my shirt. And if I could find a way to attach these things to my body, I would.

I'm not really sure what me and Ellis are going to do tonight. Can I actually occupy him for that many hours I wonder? Maybe I can think of something for us to do that mom and dad won't normally let him do, you know, so I can be the cool aunt that spoils him and lets him get away with things. I'm not sure what it would be though. Hmm. And he's too little to appreciate it anyway. He won't even really know that he's getting away with something. Maybe we will eat pumpkin pie and bananas with peanut butter for dinner, cause that actually sounds good. Except I just ate pie, and now my stomach doesn't feel so good. It just feels yucky.

I don't have much to say about what I went through last week - except that I feel like I am having a hard time getting over it.

Edited to add: Well, Ellis and I had fun. Mostly we played with things that weren't really toys, like two red balloons, a card board box, and my bag of products. He seemed to really enjoy taking the bottles and containers of things out of my bag, shaking them and putting them back. We also had a bath and got a lot of water on me and the floor with a squirt toy. And for dinner we had some cheese, part of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and we played with some pie. We read maybe 8 stories. He's quite talkative. We talked for hours (he's 1 and 1/2). I have no idea what we talked about but I generally agreed with him and he seemed to know exactly what we were discussing. He's incredibly cute.