Will It Ever End

We had two more cases of the "bad bacon wonder worm" over the weekend, only this time it was the adults turn. My husband and I were both extremely sick on Saturday. So sick that I'm surprised our house is still standing after pitting two sick parents against four healthy kids.

Note to self: don't get sick when your top two babysitters are unavailable. Gran also had a case of the "bad bacon wonder worm" and Mamaw was out of town. So we were screwed and stuck with our very healthy, very loud, can't-leave-each-other-alone-for-two-seconds children.

I don't ever remember us both being sick at the same time and I pray it never happens again. It was complete mayhem between trying to rest, running to the bathroom for the 42nd time, breaking up the 349th fight of the day and trying to keep down a sip of water that would eventually come back up anyway.

I always make fun of my husband for being so pitiful when he's sick. But I admit, I was pretty pitiful myself Saturday. I have not been that sick in a long time. I was actually mad at him for being sick on the same day as me. It seemed perfectly logical to me at the time. He had no right to get a sick day when I was trying to take one. We both walked around like zombies all day, hoping the kids weren't beating each other to a pulp while we were sleeping.

It wasn't pretty, but we survived. Well, almost survived. Of course I would be the one left to suffer since I'm the one who takes care of everyone else. Ugh!