Sunday, March 4, 2012
Stomach Bug from Hell.
Oh my word. Somewhere from Texas to Mississippi Isabella picked up a stomach bug. I have decided that this bug is the virus from hell. I am not even kidding.
It all began on Wednesday with Isabella throwing up all. day. long.
She started feeling a little better on Thursday, which made me do a happy dance and thank the Lord that I wouldn't have to smell puke anymore. Which, by the way, is one of my least favorite smells in the world.
Friday morning all five of us were in our bed making plans of perhaps going to the park for some fresh air. Madelyn and Brynlie--within seconds of one another--throw up all over me. So much for park slash fresh air time.
Baths, mountains of laundry, carpet shampooing.
That was the extent of our week last week. I am now an expert of realizing the moment of puke impact and how many towels can fit into my washing machine at any given moment.
Here's hoping that Monday will be our day of no throwing up. In fact, I am declaring tomorrow the day of zero tolerance to anything puke related. Hopefully the virus will get that memo as well...