I feel like I've been in this house forever! It started wih Luka puking on Friday. Poor thing was an awful shade of green and green is NOT his best color. Then the weekend just drug on because my hubby wasn't feeling so hot Tuesday morning was wierd, I kinda felt OK, but something wasn't right. Then... BAM. It hit me. That OMG I'm gonna hurl and I hope it doesn't land on my shoes feeling. I swear the bathroom couldn't have been farther from my office that day. I hung around for a bit but realized this was no one time deal. I came home from work and prayed with to the porceline god. Then the phone rings about 3:15. Ava was puking at school. Lovely. I couldn't go pick her up. I couldn't even pick myself up off the floor! As bad as I felt about it, I knew she'd be better off then if I tried to drive while hurling. Once hubby brought her home, we were quite the threesome. He still wasn't feeling so great either. I think Luka was the only one feeling very well at this point. What a trooper. At least he lost the demons and was cooperative for a change...
Now here I am 2 days later. I'm not puking anymore, but now I have a sore throat and no appetite. The no appetite thing doesn't bother me too much since losing a few pounds would actually be a good thing, but coughing and sore throat. Is this a bad joke? Did I piss of the Gods in a former life? UGH...
I'm going back to work tomorrow. Maybe it all just boils down to I am just sick of being in the house.
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