I would rather not revisit, and I am sure you don't want to hear details, so . . . moving on.
It was the first time in 4 years that I have cancelled my babysitting services (verses taking a planned day off, which I have done). It was so last minute. I texted the moms and apologized, but explained that I was ill.
Next I used my cell phone to call my children on the landline. 'Get out the bacterial wipes, and wipe down handles and whatever else you can! This must not spread! Also, make sure all the food gets put away and the garage door goes down when you guys leave for school.' The basics.
This was just so unexpected, because:
1. no one else in the family had been sick. and
2. I am a grown up - how could I be the one to go down with this? Haven't I been exposed to EVERYTHING by now?
This was different from when Mini invited us to all puke along side her in a show of solidarity Halloween of 2017. Remember? If you haven't, this is a must read. (floors being refinished, staying at my parents' house. Oh dear God, it was Hell on earth).
|All this available, |
but most of it off limits.
Am I playing on
your heartstrings yet?
|Food normal people|
eat after hurling.
I needed a cup for the Sprite. That's when I discovered a true miracle. The dishwashers. Both of them. Had been unloaded. And I had nothing to do with it. No reminders. No texts. No threats. No sleepy-voice, raspy-from-vomit orders from the depths of my darkened do-not-enter bedroom. They just did it. If I wasn't so dehydrated, I may have shed a little tear.