First my son threw up, but we thought the bacon he ate earlier that day was too rich. But then he threw up again the next day and we started to wonder if maybe it was something more.

On Monday my daughter’s school called asking me to pick her up; she woke up from her nap with a fever of 101.

On Tuesday my husband stayed home with her. Though she still had a cough (as she has for four months now), she seemed to be doing much better and she never spiked a fever and we assumed she’d be back at school the next day.

When I got home from work my son threw up all over my bed.

Then Tuesday night I started feeling nauseous. Queue me throwing up all night. A lot.

I didn’t sleep much Tuesday night. At 5:30am I got a call from my in-laws, who were also worshiping the porcelain god. I was sick with the flu and there would be no childcare for my son. Once my daughter woke up, it was clear she’d be staying home too.

My husband lasted until 3:30pm before he came home, as sick as I was.

My daughter had a fever all day. My son threw up his dinner, after the third bite.

Today all four of us will be home, sick with the flu.

(But not before I drag my ass to school at 6am to get everything ready for a second sub day.)

It’s going to be awesome.


  1. Noooooooooo!!! The only possible thing worse then a sick kid is being sick at the same time, sending healthy thoughts!!

  2. Blargh! So sorry and hope you are on the mend soon. Being sick and taking care of sick kids is the absolute worst. The first time that happened was when I declared “now I know what being an adult is, and it sucks”.

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