It’s Fat Tuesday, so happy Mardi Gras to everyone.
I’ve just spent the last 24 hours evacuating out either end, and although I’m not completely out of the woods at least I’m not puking anymore. Mike and I went to Cheddar’s to celebrate having gotten our taxes done on Saturday. Then, yesterday afternoon, Mike came home from work saying he’d gotten sick. I had been fighting a cold, and taking care of two sick kids, for nearly a week so I didn’t think much of it.
Then I tossed my cookies. All I had eaten yesterday morning was a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal. I still haven’t eaten a meal since then, because I’m afraid it won’t stay down. His mother had to come pick up the baby and take care of him, because between the two of us we were a puking dizzy mess.
Sebastian (the five year old) has had a fever since Saturday evening, but has only thrown up once. I think it was just his temperature.
So, basically, we’re fighting some kind of food poisoning or stomach flu, and his temperature has been returning to normal since last night. I hope this is over soon, because I don’t know if I can handle much more of this.
I’m off to the bathroom again. *groan*
