Wash your hands and say your prayers ’cause Jesus and germs are everywhere… I saw that on a sign and thought I need that in my life. Well ya’ll, I’m here to tell you that it’s true.
Sunday night Bria came home saying she felt yucky. No doubt! We had a huge lunch and then she went to an indoor pool to get her winter swim on for over an hour. The reward every Sunday night for swimming well past when I usually ask her to take her shower and put her pajamas on is a $2.99 happy meal from McDonalds. I’d feel bad too.
Apparently I didn’t get the memo that she actually really felt bad. The fun started around 11:30 Sunday evening. It didn’t stop until 7 p.m. last night. It’s the moments when you think, I can finally go to sleep and you’d hear her little feet. Then Ray would say, “Good grief…which end is that?” Good times, y’all…good times.
Ray stayed home yesterday. Today was my day. Today was also the day the power went out. I have an abnormal amount of laundry on a good day. On a stomach bug raging in my house with things spewing for 24 hours day… well, there’s a lot of laundry. I’m just going to go remind myself that there are people without electricity and running water that have to deal with worse than stomach bugs. I’m just a first world baby.
I’m happy to report Bria’s feeling better. You’d know this because she has play-do out on the kitchen table I just sanitized. I’ve also played every new card and board game in this house.
The power is back on just in time for the teens to get home, one of them anyway. I’m going to go start the umpteen trillionth load of laundry. I hope this buggar was contained. It’s a nasty one. Wash you hands and say your prayers AND REPEAT!