So, this was the week I was supposed to keep the girls home with me.
Key word “supposed” to.
Monday went great. We hung out at home, made a fort and the girls loved it!
Tired eyes and all!
Tuesday at about 2am. Stomach bug from you know where hits me. Me and the porcelain god were getting well acquainted. And, then, well, the other fun part of a stomach bug.
The sad thing? I was so achy I couldn’t even sleep. So, Tuesday, Mr. Serious stayed home with the girls.
Tuesday, about 3pm, Mr. Serious sends me a text from downstairs, he’s now not feeling well.
Yep, he’s got it, too. Mr. Serious and the porcelain gods also get acquainted.
Wednesday, he says he feels better. We desperately call school to see if the girls can pop in (bummer that we don’t have family close by right about now, I even called my mom!). They said yes, so he brings the girls to school and goes to work.
I stay home and rest.
Wednesday, Mr. Serious and work and the stomach bug, don’t agree. I’ll spare you the details, but let’s say he left work early. So, I had to get myself up, and get the girls from school because I was the “better” of us.
Poor girls ate cereal one night for dinner.
And, today? Thursday? We are finally, a little bit starting to feel like normal.
Now, please say a prayer! I friend is watching the girls for us, so I pray they don’t get sick (they’ve seemed fine), so mommy and daddy can have a little parent time.
And, while you are praying, please pray this NEVER EVER happens again. In the 13 years we’ve been together we’ve never both been sick like this, let alone at the same time. So, we’ve had our fun, and it never needs to hit our house like this again!
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