Yesterday morning at 6:00 my wing man went down. The stomach virus took him hard.
Then last night at 10:30 I succumbed.
By suppertime I knew it was coming, so I rushed to get the kids fed, the house picked up and everyone in bed before I curled up and tried not to think about throwing up.
Unfortunately, the kids didn't cooperate, and both Jeff and I were up multiple times last night.
Fortunately, Jeff was recovered enough today to deal with our now healthy and energetic children. I spent much of the day dozing on and off and gradually reintroducing fluids to my body.
So forgive me for not posting a recipe yesterday or today. I still can't face the thought of food.
This is not how we wanted to spend a long holiday weekend, but if we were going to get it, the timing was perfect. We were all here just hanging out with no real plans, which meant plenty of hands to hold sick kids and lots of time to swap back and forth and get the adults some extra sleep.
I promise a return to our regularly scheduled humorous and less disgusting programming soon. Thanks for hanging in there with me in the meantime.
Tomorrow one more round of Lysol. But for now, please pass the ginger ale.
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