After 11 days of nursing sickies, combing nits out of hair, and washing and rewashing everything I own, the stomach flu has brought me down, too. I pray that Quincy and the baby don't get it. And by "baby" I mean Soren. The man-baby was sick on friday and saturday and is curled up next to me on the sofa.
We're a pathetic looking bunch. I'm just glad I decided to keep everyone home from church one more day, just in case.
There are 6/8 of an incredible pumpkin cheesecake in my fridge that are going to go to waste because none of us have an appetite. Is that just the saddest thing you've ever heard? And I'd deliver it to someone, but a) I can't walk 10 feet without throwing up, so driving is out of the question, and b) even if it IS a fabulous dessert, who wants food from a house that's been full of sick people?
At least the laundry is done, we are totally lice free, and the first two Christmas trees are up. Oh, and I'm pretty grateful the bathroom floor is clean, because I spent a good hour hanging out there.
Goodbye Butterflies
12 years ago
3 comments:
That is awful. I hope you get better soon. How long was everyone else's convalescence?
Can you freeze the cheesecake?
Ugh. What a way to end Thanksgiving. Praying that your family gets healthy soon.
So sorry! You should freeze the cheesecake and pull it out in a week or two.
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