Fasting has always been difficult for me. I don't think it's easy for anyone. So today, as a compulsive under drinker, I was quite dehydrated from the fast, rather than simply dehydrated as usual. So when I ended my fast I gulped down a huge glass of water without taking a break, then proceeded to eat dinner. Afterward, I felt so sick I laid down for a while; I was a little nauseated and dozed off for a while. Yuck. I now feel better, and will remember to not do that again.
Poor Kyler must have picked up another bug in the nursery. He doesn't really go anywhere else, except maybe the commissary with me. He started having a deep and nasty-emphysema-sounding cough mid week, which would only happen when he got up in the morning. We had already decided to not take him to nursery today, and that Dean would take him home after Sacrament Meeting. But he proceeded to cough and cough on the kids in front of and behind us, so Dean skedaddled as soon as the Sacrament was over. Tonight he woke up a few minutes ago and was in his room crying and coughing just a little, so I snuggled him back to sleep. He still has a red splotch on his face from a chicken pock. He hasn't really been sick since last winter (except for the pinkeye from the babysitting co-op in the spring). Poor baby! I remember being miserable and sick as a child, but that's what builds up our immunity. I have gotten out of the habit of giving them vitamin/mineral supplements, so maybe that's contributing. He eats lots of fruits and vegies, though. Maybe I'd better start sanitizing the shopping cart handles as well, but he's often not in the cart anyway, if he has any say in it, and I didn't go this week until he already had symptoms!