I will NOT get this virus. I will not get this stomach thing. I'm Doomed. It's been lurking in the house for over a week. Melanie had it twice, once last Sunday, then I had to get the Kenyan Safari Guide James from Jersey City and sent poor Melanie to school the next day -- Sweetie you gotta get on that bus -- mommy's on an adventure. She relapsed on Thursday. Stayed home Friday.
Went to a Communion on Saturday, all was fine. Then Kelly had it into Mother's Day morning... now Robert and Tom have it.
I refuse. It's a mindset. I'm just working and writing and trying to keep my head above water. But, secretly I'll tell you, I'm not eating anything I'd like to see again -- meaning no peanut butter, soy nuts, nothing hard to digest. I'm picking on pretzels and pieces of bagel. Coke syrup does really help, too. But that's after you puke a few times. You gotta let nature run its course. And DO NOT Drink. This is the stupidest thing people do. I'm gonna dehydrate and they drink water. I've had this sucker most of all of my life just about every spring or if not that next fall -- sometimes even on Christmas morning. Don't drink. It just sets off the dry heaves. Sweat it out a few hours, lick a lollipop if you have to. It'll finally calm down.
I gotta say though, as the kids get older, it gets easier. Melanie literally carried the bucket around with her, paused, did her business and carried on. Robert cleaned up after himself. The endless hours of monitoring toddlers and re-changing them over and over is gone. One consolation.
I refuse...
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