A family that pukes together stays together.
On the other hand, I could end up being home every day of the week. Who knows.
But what I do know is that once I get online, time starts sliding by and suddenly the twenty minute limit I've set for myself has turned into an hour and a half. And my blinds are too damn dusty/my bedroom is too damn messy/ my sink it too damn full of dirty dishes to be spending that much time online.
My toilets, on the other hand, are sparkling clean at the moment. Come quick!
Those of you who are Facebook friends saw that we we've been dealing with various illnesses for a while now. First Lion was sick with some kind of upper respiratory infection. Then I got a stomach bug (am I the only one who can't help but calculate how long it's been since I last vomited, even as I'm hanging over the toilet bowl? Me: Wow, I haven't thrown up since I was in labor, so it's been approximately one year, two months, three weeks, and six days. Stomach: you're way overdue, bitch. TAKE THAT!), and Mike came down with the same thing. Thank god his mom doesn't live far away and isn't afraid of a little puke, because I was so weak I couldn't even think about Lion without feeling dizzy.
Tired and weak but on a nearly 48-hour no-puking streak, we disinfected the house just in time for my parents, my grandmother, and my sister to arrive a few days before Thanksgiving. They were the only house guests, but we had 14 people for dinner. It went swimmingly.
But that night, disaster struck again. First my sister started throwing up, followed by my father, and then most regrettably of all, my mom. My mom has some health conditions that make it very dangerous for her to be throwing up, and I ended up having to speed her to the ER early Friday morning. On the way to the hospital, the sun not even a hint in the sky yet, I was amazed by all the traffic. Then I realized it was Black Friday.
So we spent the rest of our days restocking the ginger ale supply and cleaning toilets and using Lysol disinfecting wipes on every surface imaginable. The silver lining is that no one else who was at my house for Thanksgiving dinner got sick, including my 90-something grandmother and my 14-month-old son.
So I'm sure you can understand that I'm a little tired. I'm fine, just considerably rumpled in spirit (to quote Anne of Green Gables) (I think).