I thought I would be SuperWife yesterday and clean, pack, make dinner and take care of my poor husband who was feeling sick. He never, NEVER complains and had come home from work since he was not feeling well- something must be wrong.
I did my thing while he rested and when he wasn't in the mood for the awesome mac'n'cheese and fried chicken I made- I ate by myself and watched a movie... When I could hear the TV in the bedroom go on I got up to go sit with him... We watched the other good Joker, Jack Nicholson, in Batman and hung out.
Then my stomach started to feel a little queasy too... maybe too much mac'n'cheese?? Nope... I had whatever he had- All of the days food made a repeat performance soon after.
Mondo was able to snooze while I made multiple trips to the bathroom and finally just fell asleep on the bathroom floor: me, Randy, pillow and blanket on the tile.
Since I was so sore from moving boxes and stuff I felt like I was dying each time I got sick- not the best way to spend the night.
Now I am sore, empty-bellied and trying my damndest to keep this Gatorade down... Curse you stomach bug!
You'll have to imagine me like this- I was otherwise occupied and unable to take
a picture to commemorate the situation
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