Started this week at my house. First one kid vomitting than another and another. Today was my turn. Although I never puked I felt like shit all fooking day. I did have two bouts of the "scoots" but managed never to barf. I probably should have. Work must hate me because today was the last day I had because vacation starts tomorrow. So I did what any reasonable person would do, shut the ringer off and slepted most of the day. Had to drag my ass out of bed just to deposit my check and pay a bill.
Sunday my oldest son and I are going to BSA camp for 7 days. So I had to drag my ass and his to Wal Mart for last minute provisions--mainly a new cooler for my soda and sparkling H2O plus batteries for my cd player and mosquito repellant. No reason to live primative. The cashier said I looked like I had a long day. If she only knew.
So now it's 16 hours later and I finally ate something. I'll keep a bucket by my bed.