This kid is such a mama’s boy. Even sicker than sick, he needed to be right by my side as I was cutting fabric this afternoon. Love him.
I am known among my family as the one with a sensitive stomach. I gag when I open bottles that have been left on the counter a day too long and I trash (gasp!) reusable containers that have been sitting in my car for a week. I am totally THAT person.
You can imagine, then, that when Joey was hit with an awful stomach bug last fall, it was tough for me. I mean, it was tougher for him, but I struggled too. I called my mom in delight the when he puked on me (several times) and I didn’t puke on him back. I was that impressed with my mommyness. I still kind of am.
So you know what’s worse than one pukey kid? Two pukey kids. Ugh.
I have no idea where they got this bug and therefore have nowhere to direct my rage (which is obviously the mature way to handle such issues). Instead, I have been bombarding Twitter and my Instagram feed with hourly updates to what I am lovingly referring to at home as “the situation”.
The husband is staying home this morning so I can run in to work to get a few things done and then I’ll be back home with my sickies. I intend to spend the afternoon washing our linens in the hottest of hot water. I never use bleach on our clothes, but I think it may be called for in this situation – we cannot risk reinfection. There’s already been more than enough gross around here.