*Image is completely unrelated but adorable picture of Jax playing dead*
So some sort of plague type flu came through my house from my niece and nephew. I love them to death. My kid ended up projectile vomiting through every set of bed linen she has (minus one that I didn’t let her touch). Why didn’t I just wash them? Well my washer broke two days before the plague hit because well life is fun. So the sick little one and I slept in the living room with her pile of towels under her and me holding hand sanitizer wishing for a biohazard suit. I sanitized the house after she fell asleep hoping to prevent the plague getting passed around the house. Well that failed epically! I got sick the very next day despite my efforts. And instead of one day out like the 7 year old I spent 48 hours basically out for the count, she got tapped with it and I got brought to my knees. That seems fair right. Thankfully I unlike the child who is content to sit and throw up where ever she happens to be would rather throw up in a toilet. The child literally would rather vomit in one spot and lay in it that make the mad dash to the toilet. It made for a ton of messes all throughout the day and night. The joys of parenting, I know I feel special.
Now why am I calling this the plague? It passed through my brothers house, then mine did it stop there? Of course not, why would it! It went on to my best friends house to infect her and both of her kids. Hence the nickname the plague. Needless to say I am sanitizing my entire house minus the laundry that can’t get done until Wednesday when out washer is due to be delivered.
So until the next episode of this crazy world I am going to hope my plague doesn’t spread to anyone else! Stay healthy my friends!
*Image is of my niece who fell asleep on my floor after out afternoon walk, ahh the cuteness*