...while I clean up some puke.
If posting on this blog was my job, I'd be fired after this last week. My intention was to work on a nice post on Friday morning. At 11:45 a.m. I got the dreaded call from preschool ... the "Kate just threw-up" phone-call.
If you think that is bad, what is worse is that it hasn't ended. Fifty-four hours and our house is still infiltrated with vomit, emergency bathroom-attacks, temperatures in the 100's, and two (and counting) very sleepless nights.
If we could bottle this flu, it could certainly be used to halt terrorism. Who needs weapons of mass destruction when the enemy cannot make it off the toilet? And even if they could, chances are they'd be naked anyway because they've puked on every article of clothing they own.
I've never witnessed something this gruesome. Please tell me it is almost over - or send in reinforcement.