For the entire month of October I was attached to this keyboard, uploading photos, recalling measurements and trying to convince all the other amazing vegans that I was as capable as they were at making delicious food.
It was a fabulous Vegan Month of Food.
And then November happened.
We moved all our belongings into a new home, cleaned the old one top to bottom and tried to settle back into our routine.
And then croup happened.
It started with Pearyn getting sick randomly in the middle of the night. We thought maybe it was just too much sugar, too much food too late or a little stomach bug.
We fed her vegan jello, mashed potatoes and crackers for days on end. We let her suck down an inhuman amount of juice, anything as long as it was a liquid. We let her lay around, using us as her personal couch as she watched countless Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episodes.
Somewhere around the third or fourth day the terrible cough started. The rattling in the chest, sounds like shes struggling to breath type wheeze kicked in. They told us she had croup, to give her a medicine to help keep her airway open and to make sure her fever didn't get too high. And here I always considered a 101 to be too high.
And then I got sick.
It started about the same time as Pearyn's, although I chalked mine up to the routine sinus-cold-flu-esque bug I always get when the weather changes. Ten days later and I'm pretty sure I'm dealing with a completely different beast. I'm still waiting to get better.
And then Ryan got sick.
Between cleaning, moving and being sick, life is really taking a lot out of the Chubby Vegan Clan. Every night after putting Little P to sleep and sending my husband off to bed, I stare at the computer screen waiting for something witty, charming and funny to come out.
And then nothing comes out.
So I apologize, dear friends. I am too sick, run down and boring to come up with something witty or clever for you.
Sometimes that's what life is. It's filled with heavy lifting, croup-suffering toddlers and 10-day-crappy-sicknesses (that show no signs of ending) that infect your loved ones.
I promise I'll be back to myself next week.
But for now, I'm going to be sick, whiny and having-a-hard-time-swallowing vegan mom.