Day 51 ~ Stiff Drink

That's what I would like to have, and what I would have been having had I attended my friend's Olympic party.  Instead, I'm drinking Gatorade after a day of vomitting.  And here I was feeling smug about having dodged a bullet after Morgan was sick last week.  I guess not.  At least we staggered our entry into the world of the sick.  HB started overnight, and was in bed for the first part of the day while I handled the kids.  Then when I started in the afternoon, he took the second shift.  Now I have three bathrooms to sanitize.  I wish I just had a hose that sprayed bleach to do that job.