So. First we had swine. Then Garrett threw up a couple times. Obviously, you know what that means. I felt okay until about 6:00 last night. By 6:45 I was yakking. It was one of the most violent stomach bugs I've ever had--and that's saying something. This morning I felt like I got hit with a truck so I asked Troy to take the day off. He informed me that he would be taking the day off, not because I needed him, but because he, himself, is sick as well. We've never been sick like this at the same time. We had to take our baby to a friend's house because there was just no way that either of us could take care of him. (Thank you, Christy! You are a lifesaver.) The incredibly weird thing is that we are both running fevers. I do not run a fever with a stomach bug. I have no idea what is going on in our home but it's gross. I have that feeling that we will never, ever, eat again and never, ever, be able to leave our house again.
Okay. I've fulfilled my NaBloPoMo requirement for the day. Now I'm going to try to sleep some more.