This evening Scott came home and took over while I crashed in bed. He went and got me some soup and Ginger Ale and it helped to get some food in me. By this afternoon, I could barely walk around. Of course right around the time the kids went to bed, I started to feel better. Wink, wink, right? No really, I’m still not feeling great. I still have a bit of headache, my stomach isn’t great and I get whoozy when I walk around but it’s a lot better than it was.
As for Scott, right about the time I started feeling better, he started feeling really bad. He was stuck on the couch until he crawled back to bed and has been there since. He even called his supervisor and said he might not be in tomorrow if he comes down with what I had. So lovely, the sickies finally hit the house. But let’s just pray the kids don’t get it because that I can not handle. I’ll take another round before I have to clean up that from someone else.