I feel like the last two weeks have been one extended Barfwatch around here.
Everyone around us has been felled by gastric disaster, and I was sure we were doomed. We even got the bucket out one night, and put it just outside Will’s door—we were that sure we had been visited by “the bug.”
And it is one heck of a barfy bug. As one friend says, “two exits, no waiting.” Bleah!
But, though I tempt fate just by typing these words, I think we have emerged unscathed, at least from this round.
Hope you did, too.