plagued

I don't know what I thought would happen after I inhaled super fortifying Chinese Express straight from the styrofoam (that even Simon wouldn't touch), piggy pawfuls of puppy chow, and then held poor- plagued-with-the-occasional-voms-Sebastian ... for 3 hours too long.

Mary Cassatt's Mother and Child 1?
My thinks no.
More along the lines of ... Carrier monkey effectively infecting his devoted guardian.

What I thought may have been semi-real contractions circa midnight turned out to be my body getting ready to expel by way-o-violent-vom allllllllllll the chinese, drink, all the chow, more drink, that sip of water, that other sip of water, that stupid chug of blue Gatorade and any hope of smiling one time for the entirety of today. Is this tee em eye? Feel free to stop reading. I'm still petrified to touch solid food and water and will just continue to clutch my labeled red Solo cup of iced Pedialyte (fine, "Pediatric Electrolye" by generic) and 7Up (name brand!) while reveling in the fact that I held out on hiring Diego, Dora, and amigos to babysit my young until 12:03 in the pm. Let me guess ... you'd like the opportunity to stare in awe at my mother skill set? Be my honored guest.

Oh, I know I'm not special and it seems like everyone is sick this time of year and everyone has to deal with a touch of stomach flu at multiple times in their lives but I'd just like a quick moment to wallow. Thanks.

It seems we are cursed on December 27th because Simon was struck down by a similar poison on the eve of his birthday last year.  Anyway, if you could spare a prayer that Julia's immune system keeps on kicking at the 'hearty herd of oxen' setting, I would greatly appreciate it because she's got enough on her healthy plate ...

as it is.


a dip into last December's archives for less gross posts:
Can't wait to squeeze back into these beauties ... in a million months.
That was sort of funny, I guess.
And that was definitely a funny day. Funny $$.