Facing the Inevitable

Three down, two to go. After Julia was up every two hours Thursday night, I thought it was strange that no one else had caught this nasty stomach flu by Saturday. Everyone was fine. I resolved that she must have had a bit of food poisoning from daycare. We went about our regular activities anyway, ballet, birthday party, another birthday party then an evening engagement. I resolved too soon. On my way out in the evening, Jacob was hit and hit bad (I will spare you all the blue gory details!). Nice, another sleepless night of helping someone to the toilet. Finally got him settled with nothing left to come up. Laid my head on the pillow for some zzz's and I hear it again...bad. Ran into the room and this time it was Joel.

So I'm home today with sickies. I feel bad for poor Phil who is coming tonight into a germ infested house. Gotta buy some lysol and spray like mad.

I'm worried. I hate getting sick. I'm rather anxious about having to put my head in the toilet.

Sorry for all the puke stories, but that's been my weekend.

Hmmmm....who looks after house and kids when mom and dad get sick?