I have only just now resurfaced from going under an avalanche of dirty washing in my laundry. I can now see the floor!! Go me! *high 5*. We all earlier in the week had the horrifying vomiting and diarrhea bug. Not just the 24hr vomiting bug, this one was extra special. It came to visit Friday night and only sort of left the building on Monday. I was so fucking glad it left. The kids and I all had it, taking turns at vomiting, I was laid out cold. I could almost see the light. I was 'this' close to death. Well, it felt like it at the time. I lost 5 kgs in a day. Bonus! The kids got through it all ok and thankfully I had Greg came to save the day. But what if I didn't have Greg to help me? Would I have perished under a ice cream container of vomit? How do single mums or dads get through times like these? Some may have some sort of support like their parents but what about the ones that have no one?
Sorry short but sweet. But this is all I can get out right now. My brain is the consistency of scrambled eggs. Uncooked.
