The stomach flu has descended upon the Fanning household. It started with little Miss. E. I got a call on Thursday from her daycare that she was projectile vomiting. Have you ever seen an eight month old projectile vomit? It's a sad, sad sight. Poor baby was so sick all day Thursday--dry heaves and all. Fortunately, by night time she seemed to have gotten it out of her system and slept soundly that night. She was mostly back to herself the next day. Friday went by without incidence and by Saturday, I thought we were in the clear. Whoo, boy, that was an incorrect assessment.
Saturday afternoon I started to feel a little "off". I thought it was from the spoonfuls of peanut butter and chocolate chips I had inhaled earlier (yeah, I have a thing for chocolate and peanut butter, but not so much anymore, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise). Billy and Will had gone off for the afternoon on a friend's boat and they came back around 8:00 that evening. I had just put Evelyn to bed and told Billy I was headed there myself. One hour later I was up, getting sick. And at the exact same time, Will had gotten up and was getting sick on the other side of the house. Fortunately, Billy was not yet affected and was able to handle Will. The rest of the night was a blur of restless sleep and runs to the bathroom. You know, one of those nights when you don't care that your head is resting on your filthy toilet or that you are lying on your hair-ridden bathroom floor.
Fortunately, both Will and I were feeling better by the next day. Unfortunately, Billy woke up this morning feeling ill, so I called off the babysitter and stayed home from work to watch Evelyn. No need to expose more people to the germs festering in our house.
Is this a little preview of what the cold and flu season has to offer us? I call uncle. UNCLE.
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