I feel like I should draw a big X on our door with chalk. Isn’t that what they used to do during the plague?
So Princess O has the stomach flu. She was up most of last night and I was up most of last night with her. Both of us are a little shell-shocked this morning.
She seems (mostly) fine now. So now I am just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Who will get sick next? Will it be me? Or will it be The Boy? Watch this space.
I have spent the day trying to avoid either scenario. I have mopped, and scrubbed and gone medieval with the Lysol. I have done several loads of laundry in HOT water, and I have washed my hands so many times I feel like Lady Macbeth.
We were supposed to go to Chicago this weekend, but that’s out. The last thing I want is for somebody to get sick somewhere in western Illinois. That would be a disaster. Tom, happily, managed to find a deal on a last minute flight so he is coming home. Here comes the cavalry!
My friend M brought over some homemade chicken soup and mac-n-cheese for us. I was so happy. I could have wept with gratitude. The soup was delicious too. We are saving the mac for tomorrow night. M if you are reading this, thank you thank you thank you.
I suspect I will be keeping O home again tomorrow. She still looks a little green around the gills.
Now once you’ve finished reading this go wash your hands. I wouldn’t want you to get sick too.