We’re being held hostage by the ever-dreaded stomach bug. For once I was the first to get it, then the littlest in the middle of the night Saturday, and finally yesterday Big Brother got it before we were able to get dressed for school. I knew it would eventually come back for him – it’s been like waiting for the other shoe to fall all week. We’ve made our plans loosely and avoided dairy foods and ice cream just in case. Unfortunately, I don’t think he’ll be the last victim. I think this one’s a quadruped – three feet down with only Daddy left to squash. Defeatist thinking, I know, but it’s probably true.
I'll write something as soon as I can!
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