Oh, I hate vomit...

The summer flu is upon us and I am stressed out. I'm thinking this current plague came from the park I mentioned in an earlier blog as our friends who went with us also were plagued by the same flu just one day prior.

As tradition would have it, I am used to having sick or miserable children on their birthdays, and I guess, traditions are going to roll. Aubrey's 2nd birthday party is tomorrow, and if she errupts tonight, I'm in trouble. I've bought most of the food and am sure that people are planning on coming. I would hate to call it off, but this time, the show wouldn't go on.

This is puzzling though. We've all had the flu vaccine, so I thought we would have been okay... maybe the bug mutated enough that we didn't realize some of us got it and others didn't... I pray her party can go on.

So, this morning, Jason was lying in bed with Faith and I hear him screaming for me to come. When I walk in, Faith is errupting like Mt. St. Helens. All over the bedding I just washed a few days before and herself. I had to clean Faith up and get the vomit out of her hair, he had to clean the sheets. The vomit stench was putrid. Just putrid. I'm in the second phase of cleaning up the linens. Round one of bed sheet and duvet cover are done, I have to move second load into the dryer, and start washing load three. So much for caught up....

Needless to say, we didn't attend church as we had once wanted to today, but I think we were much safer at home, with our barf cups at the ready. *sigh* I wonder what miracles this week holds for us?