This past weekend, Aerin caught the stomach flu.
…And just as she was starting to get better, Claire got sick too.
Then me. Then J.
I can’t remember ever being covered in this much puke and poop.
To make matters worse, our washer broke down on Day 2 of the great epidemic.
Luckily, there is a coin-operated laundromat just a few blocks away. But any idiot can tell you that making multiple trips to a public venue with vomit-and-diarrhea-covered clothes and blankets — when you have 2 clingy, crying kids in the house, no less — is no picnic.
Needless to say, I’m very tired.
Today is J and my 5-year wedding anniversary. My mother says that this must be our kids’ anniversary present to us. We had originally been planning to go out for a romantic dinner tonight, but instead, the girls and I are still recovering while J lies in bed with a fever.
Happy anniversary. Love you lots.