I have wondered, over the years, if it wouldn't just be better to have everyone sick at once, as opposed to staggering the illnesses over the course of a week. I thought maybe just being done with everyone in one shot might be a better route. I will not wonder that again, because as far as any intestinal rage goes, better to focus on one person at a time. I am sure the daughter was thinking the same thing as she wrestled with her own tummy demons on the couch next to where her brother eventually succumbed to the bucket. I was trying to ignore the increasing ache in my own stomach while I had no place good to sit, and there was no decent consensus as to what we should watch. Head colds can be rested off without much supervision, but I didn't want to leave the room for long for fear of what or who might erupt next.
It was also a terribly gloomy day. Luckily the temperature was decent enough to open up the windows to air out the family room. Here are some photos to show our progress from yesterday......until today...They've switched couches, and the boy was downgraded from fleece and three blankets to just one blanket today. The dog's fake sympathy illness is still no less pathetic though.
(According to the boy, Foz thinks it is unacceptable that he gets kicked outside when he is throwing up.)There was a bit of stress this morning trying to make sure I called the attendance offices at both schools and figuring out what time i had to call the guidance offices to request missed work, in the event that anyone decided to be vertical today. Nothing can be picked up until after 3:00, so we have much more time to lounge before we even consider such a thing.
I am regretting the toast I just ate, but it seems there were a couple of other random things I was trying to keep down...
If a woman is wearing a bra this size, is it really only age that is making her need some help, or is she just trying to overcome gravity?Is it not disappointing enough that I cannot shop in the cute and fun section of the lingerie department? Now they have to bring my age into it?
My mom brought this fancy tamale pie to a gathering over the weekend. Yes, I made a snarky remark, but please tell me it isn't just me who sees something a little extra calliente going on there on top.
By the way, the only saving grace I had this morning was that we had restored Blogpress to the iPad, so I could keep the peeps company while blogging. When I hit save, the entire app crapped the bed taking my post with it. That required an entirely separate hissy fit from the one I was already brewing.