Quite a weekend around here.
It started with Tiny and I being sick and ended with everyone sick except for Real Man.
Luckily for the monkeys, the 24-hour stomach bug seems to be just that.
For me, what my doctor told me, on Friday, was a viral infection turned into the gajillion hour stomach bug.
Monkey Girl and Baby didn’t get hit until Sunday night and Monkey in the Middle survived until Monday at precisely 3:02 pm, so we were able to get in some fun.
There were games to be played, a visit to the mall, two hockey games, snuggling, playing on the iPad, a Red Cross Babysitting course, costumes, pantry rearranging, and finally, as one falls asleep at the table, signaling round three with the virus in our house, one starts smiling again.