Stomach flu, you are not my friend.

I thought it was a simple cough.

My sweet husband had just gone into their room and covered them back up. Literally, 30 seconds later Monkey was coughing. Then he cried a bit. So, I reluctantly got out of my warm bed and ventured into the room. Thinking he needed a drink or something, I took no precautions to grab my glasses or turn on a light.

He wanted a "tissue for his mouth". Ok, not a problem. But, then I got closer. 

Oh for the love of....what on earth...eeeewwwww.

Really?

At 10pm? 

Does the stomach virus have some sort of time table it is required to keep? Some law against starting up prior to people GOING TO BED??? OR SLEEPING???

So, I scooped him up and took him to my sweet husband so he could get cleaned up.

And I went back into the toxic zone to assess damages. (note to self - a full body radiation suit is a good investment for this task). Not good. Down side of bed, on floor, in slats of toddler bed. Lovely.

I think I singed my nose hairs with the pungent aroma of puke. I am still smelling it.

My hands will smell for days. Even after scrubbing them. 12 times.

My washer has been running since last night.

Why couldn't he just get Strep throat like Agent P (who started antibiotics for that yesterday)? Although, puking often goes with Strep, so I just don't know.

Just to be safe, here is the letter I've composed.

Dear Mr. Stomach Flu ("Mr." because no mama would allow this in her house), 

We cannot be friends. You cannot come over to our house anymore. We do not like the way you play, and frankly, we do not like the way you smell. 

You are a nuisance and a disruption to our normally chaotic life. You interfere with the laundry 'schedule' and may cause certain somebodies to dig jeans out of the dirty pile again (I admit, last weeks laundry debacle was not your fault, but I'm just sayin'.)

Goodbye. Stay away. And please, I'm begging you - LEAVE THE REST OF US ALONE.

OH - and I didn't add any photos.


You're welcome.