Day 4 on the vomit train.The 7th load of washing.
Even 5 hours in the hospital rehydrating yesterday hasn't stopped Amy chucking and squirting today.Poor kid.
Poor D who rolled home from an international flight and was promptly pressed into service playing nurse and ambulance driver.
Poor me who spent all night sweating and shivering with fever and wicked stomach cramps and the kind of bum action we'd rather not talk about.
Not to mention how crushing it was to wave D and Amy off to the hospital, after being banned by my doctor from going near the house of germs. I lay at home on the couch holding the phone, feeling like hell and an abstent mother.
I have nothing good to report.