Son D. got a stomach bug on Friday night and was up all night vomiting, poor kid. But it was gone within 24 hours, so we assumed it was something he ate.
At 2 pm yesterday, I kissed my husband goodbye as he left for a short business trip to sunny CA.
At 6 pm yesterday, I started feeling horribly ill. By 8 pm, I was throwing up like there was no tomorrow. I left lots of messages on the husband's iPhone - hoping to get some sympathy when he landed.
Instead of sympathy, I got empathy. He was struck by this nasty virus at about the same time as I was. Except he was on an airplane. (shudder)
We talked on and off for the next 24 hours. I am convinced that he has it worse - he insists I do. (being in a hotel vs. watching 2 kids...what is harder to do while throwing up?)
Last night, I was lying in bed in complete misery -- My abs aching from all the vomiting, my throat hoarse, waves of nausea attacking every few minutes. He was the same.
I suspect that our valentines celebrations this year will be more saltines & ginger ale than chocolates & champagne.
And I still think he had it worse. Sure, I had the kids, but do you know what I served them for breakfast today? Saltines and Ginger Ale.