I am writing this from my bed, where I have spent much of the past 16 hours. My daughter had thrown up Wednesday night, and sure enough, yesterday around 4:30 I started feeling pretty off. I went up to lie down for a bit, and then wow. I had a more brutal version of it than she did. Sometimes you have one episode and that solves the problem, but I was in the thick of it from 6-11 p.m. Finally around midnight I was able to keep down a sip of water.
It’s never fun to get sick, though the timing was better than it could have been. My husband was gone, but our nanny volunteered to stay overnight. I am not sure how I would have been able to watch the other kids. I couldn’t even move to bring the garbage cans up to the street for trash night. I’m supposed to be on a plane tomorrow, but I’ll be better by tomorrow. That’s the thing with stomach bugs. They’re fast (if you feel, during those 12-24 hours, like you want to die).
Of course, now the 9-year-old has it, so he is home from school. Here’s hoping no one else gets it!