You know what's worse than having a stomach bug?
Having one at the same time your six-year-old son does.
It was a puky night here at the Sarver home. This morning I have sheets in the washer (ick), towels ready for the next load (ick), and a large stainless steel bowl that served as Conor's portable vomitorium to wash (infinite ick).
Even the dog won't come near us.
Ick.
2 comments:
I hope that bug is getting better, Shannon. We miss you.
Ken
Thanks, Ken. It was just a bad week all around. Not only were we sick the whole time, but Conor's great-grandpa died, and there was a lot of time spent with my ex's family.
And then I had visitors from my side of the family, which I'm currently ignoring to post this. ;-)
I'm hoping things will settle sometime tonight.
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