On Tuesday night, I went to yoga and after class I called DH to find out what he wanted me to bring home. He noted that I had picked a good night to go to yoga. Apparently, Monkey had already thrown up ON DH three times.
Monkey was sick until about 12:30 that night but seemed okay the next day. However, 10 minutes after putting him into bed, he puked again. Luckily it was only one time that night. Following several status comments in Facebook, it seems as though others we know with kids were experiencing the same thing this week.
Last night, I had to work in order to meet a deadline I had today. I was in worse shape than I realized thinking that it would only take 2 hours — it ended up taking 6 hours. I was up until midnight working. About 9:00 though, my stomach started to hurt, A LOT. It felt like someone was punching it continuously. This morning I woke up and felt more crappy — literally, if you catch my drift. Then a few hours after we awoke, DH started feeling aweful. He was unfortunate enough to have it come out the other end. I don’t know however which is worse. Neither are fun.
So it’s been a pretty rough week and I’m going to bed. Hope all of you are either feeling well or on your way to recovery (for those who I know had this run through their family as well).
