Two words, folks.
Hub has been in Las Vegas this week for business.
I took the monkeys trick or treating by myself. Took them to my Bible Study by myself. If it had just been them puking, I could have handled it by myself.
But no, it was ME.
Now I can count on one hand (three fingers, people) the number of times I missed school as a kid due to the stomach bug. Now that I have four kids, it's inevitable that I get it once a year.
But I've never been this sick before. I didn't realize it was possible.
I don't even want to knit.
Two of the four were sick alongside me, and my super-gracious lovely MIL came up to take care of the other two while I slept and ran to the bathroom yesterday.
This is how sick I was:
I've been waiting for the new IWK to come in the mailbox and have made an audible sigh at the mailman three days in a row this week as it wasn't here.
Yesterday, it came.
And it sat, untouched.
I thought I was going to die.
Hurry home, babe. Fly safely. We need you here.