Sick house

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. Everyone in the house now has officially been sick. (That's the curse.) But no two were sick at the same time. (That might be a blessing.)
Last Friday night, Gin came into my room and said she had a stomachache. Not two minutes later, I hear retching sounds coming from the bathroom. I called Book's dad and told him I would not be picking Book up for our usual Saturday visit because Gin was sick. It was a good thing I did, too. Gin spent half the night hanging over a bucket in her bed, and even though she didn't feel sick Saturday, whenever she tried to eat anything, it came right back up. By afternoon, she was actually getting angry about it. By Sunday morning, she was perfectly fine again.
Sunday night, you guessed it, Munch said, "I have a stomachache." Replay Gin's scenario, except Munch got a day off school for it.
A few days passed, and we thought it was over, then Pooh got it too. His lasted a day longer than the girls' did. You know how boys are when they're sick.
Anyway, I don't have what they had, but for three days now, I've been fighting a cold of my own. *Groan*

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Anonymous said…
hope everyone is well by now. it's that time of year.

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