Yeah, so, we got together with my family and some friends on Sunday. We had a fabulous time, but little did we know that there was an “Outbreak” monkey among us.
My niece Olivia had a stomach virus last week. She was feeling better, but apparently she was still a carrier, because by late Sunday night, my other niece Lorelei was sick, David was sick, and I was sick. By Tuesday, more members of our group were sick. Luckily, Spawn seems to have been uninfected. It’s a really terrible stomach flu, and I sincerely hope you guys don’t get it — unless you are trying to shed a few pounds, then it’s great.
David and I have never been sick at the same time. We’ve always been able to take care of each other, even though we handle being sick very differently. While I turn into a big baby, who lays on the couch and demands food and beverages be brought to me, David is more like a sick cat, who hides in our room, only emerging for sustenance and to use the bathroom.
But now, we’ve got The Boy, so being sick at the same time poses all kinds of challenges. I guess we got lucky getting sick on a Monday. That’s the day my mom comes to our place to watch Calvin for the day. Tuesday through Friday he spends the day with another baby in a nanny share. My mom took care of the baby, and David and I hid in our room all day. We were so afraid of infecting him. My mom stayed until he went to bed that night, then headed home. (Big thanks to my mom!) Calvin woke up a few times, and sickly David got up to take care of him because it was decided that since I was still vomiting I was “sicker” than David. This wasn’t like all those times David took care of Calvin because I was too hung over, you guys. I was totally sick this time. Don’t judge me!
So anyway, that’s enough about that. Let’s talk about something else.
You know, it was six months ago today that I evicted the Spawn from my uterus. Time flies when you’re not pregnant and you can drink again.
oh, and in other news, I found Bigfoot. He was at Target, you guys. You’re welcome.