Well, I had gotten through another day. I had now dealt with: fatigue, disagreements and female areas of diffcultly. Now, if I could just manage to create an edible dinner I'd be set. I browsed around the freezer. I smiled. Frozen lagsagna! I lay it on a tray, stick it in the oven- and boom! Dinner!
Well, more or less.
"Hi, Kevin," Nick yawned stumbling into the kichen.
"Did you just wake up? It's six in the evening!"
"So. I'm tired."
I laid the meal in the oven. I couldn't say I blamed him. Tour is exhuasting, and I guess, it's even worse if your only fifteen.
BJ entered grabbing a bottle of Tynelol from the top shelve.
"Are you becoming ill, Bobbie Jean?" Nick asked.
"No."
"Then why must you take of dosage of medicine?"
"You don't wanna' know, and you would never understand," she growled. "And if you don't stop talking like you have a corncob stuck up your butthole; I'm going to scream!"
Nick faced me. "Women are absurb!"
"Nick, I do believe this is the first time we agree." I returned to the meal. "Why don't you go play with Aaron? And try to keep your distance from BJ for awhile."
"How long is awhile?"
"In this case I would say 5-7 days."
He looked at me in confusion as he exited the room. I sat alone at the table beaming. BJ was upstairs sulking, Nick was keeping the twins out of trouble, Leslie was quiet as usual and dinner had to cook for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes to myself!
Sadly, my twenty minutes passed quickly, and supper time had arrived. I sighed out of relief when I saw them enjoying the meal. Well, most of them anyway. Angel set picking at her plate. "What's wrong, Angel?"
"I"m not hungry. My stomach feels weird."
"Are you not feeling well?" Nick asked.
She nodded.
I set down my napkin. "Come here, sweetie." I put my hand to her forehead. "You've got a fever."
Perfect! Another addition to my current hell. Nick's fatigue, Aaron's energy, BJ's grumpiness and Leslie's shyness I could deal with. Vomiting?
That was another story.
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