I am writing this post, live, from the House of Vomit. You got it, we’ve had a visit from the Stomach Flu fairy.
Of course, this visit occurred after Hubby did 37 loads of laundry.
And we changed all the bedding, so the kids were tucked into nice clean sheets when they puked all over them. Good times.
The only thing worse than dealing with the stomach flu is dealing with the scheduling of it.
The kids get sick first, then sleep it off. Then Hubby and I get sick, and try to sleep it off while the kids have miraculously recovered are now destroying the place.
Hubby finally rose from lying prone on the couch to discover the kids had tag-teamed the fridge. The fridge door was left open for a couple hours and a line of condiments trailed across the kitchen floor. The super-huge family pack of eggs that I had just bought was smashed on the floor beside the condiments.
So now we have some serious cleaning to do. Does anyone know how to get dried on egg off your floor?
How does your family cope when everyone gets sick?
