Everybody is sick. The kids are sick. The husband is sick. I’m doing my part to stay off that list.
Everybody has some weird strain of the stomach bug. It causes severe nausea for several days before it decides to come out of one or both ends. Pleasant, huh.
I got up the other morning to discover sheets in one kid’s room that needed to be cleaned, disinfected, and sterilized. I got up yesterday morning (at 5:00, mind you!) to the joys of vomit all over the bathroom and another kid’s room. I’m still working on cleaning the comforter from that one.
My kitchen counter is covered in bottles of pepto-bismol, saltine crackers, and ginger-ale. My fridge is full of jello and there are bowls and buckets scattered around the house. I keep wanting to douse myself in sanitizer and lock myself in a hotel room until this passes.
My husband is traveling every weekend for the next month or so and I’m pretty sure this freakish bug is going to hit me about the time he boards his plane on Thursday. And then whose going to hold my bucket and change my sheets, huh?!
Seriously, if this could be it until after I finish the dissertation I’d be eternally grateful.











