I didn't want to live with that kind of guilt. So when Faye told me her tummy hurt, I got a little concerned.
But then she said she was hungry, so I just chalked it up to hunger pains, and not actually being sick, and continued to clean.
Fast forward a few hours, and I met Faye in the family room, very sick indeed.
She had gotten sick all over the carpet in three different places, and once right in front of the toilet, too late to get it in.
And the rest of the night was full of changing bed sheets, showers, cleaning up floors, etc.
While I was doing this, Keith moaned and said his stomach hurt as well.
Curse that bug that is going around, and how dare it attack my children!
The one consolation I have in all of this is her stomach pain is quite obviously not as bad as mine was. The pain was something akin to labor pains, before they get "take your breath away" intense. It was more like the whole "make your eyes water and suck your concentration away from everything but focusing on the breathing so the pain doesn't get the best of you" kind of pain. I am very happy they don't seem to have that.
Looks like tomorrow I may not make as much headway with the wake of the room cleaning tornado disaster. Pampering and loving is on the docket and between Faye and Beth, I may have to switch to a version of auto-pilot. Hopefully it will be easy to turn off again the next day, because I am ready to move on and be productive again!
And just one last thought. You lucky people who post in the middle of the night with scheduled posts. I am very jealous of you.
Just saying is all.