It was a sorry sight Saturday morning when I awoke to find my son and husband sick. I sent the husband back to bed as I prepared to bear the brunt of taking care of Drew by myself. I was sadly outgunned when I realized my son had the stomach flu in combination with a head cold. And this was after the flu shot, which I have determined doesn't do shit.
My husband was impressed with my mid-air vomit catching skills. Who knew I was so adept with a plastic container? But I guess when it's fling your body across the room with a container or vomit hitting the carpet, I fling myself across the room. Still, vomit catching is not one of those resume building skills. Nor am I proud to admit that I am good at it.
It was a battle hard fought, I finally got the upper hand about 11pm Saturday night when my son was finally starting to hold down crackers and Pedialyte. My husband had the stomach flu too, but he refused to eat anything. Good strategy I think. In the entirety of our relationship I don't think I have ever seen him puke. Anyways, my guys were feeling better on Sunday, but we took Sunday to rest and recover. Guess who is still tired? However I am thankful it was only the flu.
Monday, December 17, 2007
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I'm so glad you didn't come down with it too!
You're way ahead of me -- I never seem to have a bucket at that moment. Yes, I still catch it, though (everybody say EWWWWWWWWW).
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