And all that's left to do is laugh (once everyone is feeling better).
So we all went to bed Thursday feeling fine. Thursday was a busy day. I went to both of the nursery school classes to talk about pharmacy for career day. After school Jack had guitar and then I went to work. Fun and hectic.... Anyway, I digress.
Friday I woke up around 4AM and felt fine. Woke up at 5 feeling horrible. By 6 when Jack came to get me, I couldn't imagine moving. Because I was POSITIVE I couldn't possibly be sick AGAIN, I thought I must have eaten something that didn't agree with me. Jack made breakfast (Bryan needed to be at work early AGAIN). I called my mom (my WONDERFUL mom) and asked her to come and watch Mary and Katie because I just couldn't imagine moving any more than absolutely necessary. I took the kids to school and then rested with Mary and Katie for an hour or so until Mom got to our house. I was resting and trying to find out about Bryan's suits when school called. Jack had gotten sick. Uh-oh. Mom went to pick him up and eventually brought him home. She went back to cleaning, now pretty certain this was a stomach bug. Jack and I were resting on the couch, and Mom was going to take Katie and Mary to pick up Bryan's suits and meet him. As she backed out of the driveway, the phone rang again. Grace was sick and needed to be picked up. Seriously?!? I called Mom, and she changed direction, picked up Grace and brought her home. Grace, Jack and I were all resting on the "sick couch" and luckily, took a nap. Eventually, Mom, Katie and Mary came home and went back to cleaning and making mashed potatoes. Bryan came home after 5 and tried to have Katie come upstairs with him, but she decided she wanted to help Grandma clean too. She went upstairs and got sick too. At this point, it was almost comical. I haven't ever seen anyone get sick so quickly as we all did. Well, almost never...
Friday was a rough night, but we were all feeling a little better Saturday morning. Bryan was teasing about not getting it - that is, until about 11AM. That's when it started for him. Just like that. The nurse said kids are dropping like flies. Evidently, so are parents...
We are feeling MUCH better. We did make it to the "important" stuff this weekend. Jack and I went to the Scout mass on Saturday, and he got his Light of Christ medal. Bryan and I went to Noah's baptism and pledged to help him grow as his godparents (we didn't touch or breathe around him!). Jack and Grace are home from school today to try to make sure they don't relapse. We are going to slowly reintroduce food today and pray that it goes ok. This has been a SICK winter, it seems...
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