My husband felt ill all Sunday. Since he just lost his father and he has a tendancy to have panic and anxiety attacks, we really thought he was just struggling with his stress. Well, by 1AM, I, too, was running to the bathroom every 10 minutes to throw up. At 3am, my 3 year old joined us. At 6am, my 7 year old jumped into the fun! I was literally crawling from one bathroom to the next, checking on kids throwing up, throwing up myself, making pallets to sleep on next to each toilet.
It's Tuesday and I can finally hold my head up enough to sit at the computer(which may explain the nonsense). The washing machine, dryer, and dishwasher have been running for the last 36 hours to try and make sure the 2 healthy kids in my house don't get this horrible bug!
I really miss when I was the one left to clean up this mess and I felt just fine! I really wish I could have sat this one out! Moms aren't supposed to get sick!