Doo Doo Voodoo
Words that strike fear in the bravest of parents: “There’s a really bad stomach virus going around daycare.”
So far, I am the only one in our house who has managed to outfox the nasty pukey bug. The hubby had it Tuesday. I felt a little queasy yesterday and Tuesday, but I’m OK, so far. Caitlin had it yesterday, but bounced right back. And I mean bounced right back. With sass. Her sass button seems to be stuck in the on position. One minute she was throwing up in the yard (barely made it out of the car) and a few hours later she was riding her tricycle. Really. And today she is super sassy. At one point she threw a fit because I wouldn’t let her ride her tricycle on the back patio naked. (Just ask Mrs. Flinger as she and I were attempting to “chat.”) Amelia woke up with Mount Vesuvius diaper spewage up one side and down the other, but no vomiting. And now my poor mother-in-law has the bug.
I’m going in to the office at 4 to do a phone interview. And maybe drink a beer if I can sneak one in.
