I spoke too soon!

I was so excited this week, because for the first time in quite a few weeks I didn't have to take anybody to a doctor appointment. It has been a regular occurance with my parents. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I was just excited that I didn't have to this week. Unfortunately, on Wednesday night just after midnight my sweet little PB&J ran to the bathroom with the adverse effects of a bad case of the stomach flu. Also unfortunately, she didn't quite make it and left a trail through the bathroom. We were up ALL night. Now, when I say "we" I mean she and I. My sweet Hero was in Mexico on a business trip. Somehow he always misses the fun stuff! So, on Friday after she was feeling better, I spent the entire day disinfecting the bathrooms, washing sheets, etc., etc. Then on Friday night at about midnight when I was getting ready for bed it hit again. Only it was ME this time. Lucky for me, my Hero got back a few hours before it hit. (He was a little upset that I had kissed him when he got home!) I was so mad that I had just cleaned the toilet only hours before, but with my head in it I found myself somewhat grateful. There was a point where I was afraid I would die, and then another when I was afraid I wouldn't!!! Anyway, I'm feeling much better, but my Hot Ham and Cheese came down with it Saturday morning, and the other 3 people in the house are hiding out in their rooms and constantly cleaning every surface with Clorox wipes! So, needless to say, I think I would rather have taken my parents to 5 doctor appointments. I won't cheer so loudly next time.