I’m tired. I ache. I’m running on maybe a combined total of four hours of sleep, and after eight or so hours of straight vomiting and purging, it’s amazing I’ve managed to be up and on the move for this many hours (I have been up since 11).
Dan is home from work and asleep, though he’s been up and down every little bit to get sick. Ryan won’t go down for a nap, so I bet he’s feeling a lot better than he did last night (last night he was a pale, pitiful mess that huddled in my arms under a blanket and sobbed pitifully whenever he threw up), and Alyssa is playing nickjr.com games on my desktop.
I’ve scrubbed both bathrooms, sanitized all of the surfaces in the house, and out of eight lined up loads of laundry, I have three done.
I think all of this great accomplishment calls for a NAP!


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