As many of you know, my house has been infected with one of the most virulent strains of the stomach flu I have had the misfortune to encounter. All my guys have been sick. Nasty-fever-vomiting-sick. I had to dig out the foul weather gear. As I type at my keyboard all hunkered down up in my office away from the puking, the germs and the moans of the wounded, all I can think of as I hear another retch erupt is, “Incoming!!”
It is after such an episode that I take my trusty can of Lysol, the linen scent is my fav, and do a spray-by. The lord has for some reason deemed me unworthy of the germs. As of this tying, I am unaffected. It’s a good thing. I mean who would have taken care of the guys? Not that they needed much caring. They couldn’t eat anything, they didn’t want anything to drink, and they couldn’t take meds. They basically wanted to be alone in their miserableness, which suited me just fine.
This morning there is finally life after stomach flu.
Number 2 son went to school, number one son was up early and fixed himself the ugliest double egg and sausage sandwich I have ever seen, chased it with a carton of OJ and said he was going out, and hubby got himself showered and dressed. He’s waiting downstairs right now for me to fix him something to eat. I can feel his stare. Like the dogs when I have something really good I’m eating, they just stare at me, willing me to feed them. Sigh. I could say my stomach hurts and crawl into bed. But alas, I have the family and friends coming over for the big Christmas Eve party, and I do have some Christmas shopping left, and oh yeah, I have a book to write!
How about you? Any germs thrown a wrench in your holiday plans?