The family has been hit with a stomach bug. At first I thought it was just food poisoning as the Wifey made other dinner plans so I was left to scavenge the freezer. The kiddos' favorite meal happens to be plain boiled pasta and since I like taste I opted for the questionable frozen Chicken Poppers from Trader Joes. A few hours later I was having repeat visits to Mr. Toilet and eventually dehydration set in and I was left to lie in bed cramping and in misery. At one point in the night I got up to get my work laptop and I opened the bedroom door and saw that my laptop was on the other side of the room. But I was so exhausted it looked like it was a mile away, like it was a never-ending hallway from Alice in Wonderland. I gave up before even leaving the room and went back to bed.
And now two days later we have the Monster barfing up a storm in the car and Pillow throwing up on everyone and the last man still standing is the Wifey. I think it's just a natural mom-thing to be immune to everything and be the caretaker. As I lied in bed paralyzed from the shitz, I could hear her still taking care of both kids as she was running on about an hour of sleep for the whole week. The only energy I could muster was a 'thank you'. She had every opportunity to say "F IT' and go sleep in the guest room but she has a heart and compassion for three sick people.
Hopefully this bug is over with soon, the Monster is having an early 5th birthday party. We'll see how it goes.
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