Sick

I knew it was coming.  It was completely inevitable.  Everyone's had it and I crossed my fingers it wouldn't hit my household (or at least spare my child) but we weren't so lucky. 

I'm talking about the dreaded stomach bug.  There isn't much on earth I hate more than throwing up.  I HATE it!  I had my wisdom teeth (that were fused to my jaw bone) hammered out of my mouth while I was completely awake for fear that the anesthesia would make me sick.  I revert to a two year old and call my mommy in the middle of the night to come take care of me when I'm throwing up.  Anything else, I can handle, but throwing up, fuggetaboutit.  Beckett had the dreaded bug yesterday and threw up all day long.  Never have I ever actually wished to throw up instead of someone else.  He would cry and say mommy over and over.  Ugh!  Just stomp on my heart!  Poor, poor, sweet boy.  

I haven't gotten it YET but I know it's on the way.  Chad's been washing hands, clothes, and bleaching surfaces while I hug and kiss on Mr. germy.  Who cares!  I can't NOT give my baby extra love when he's sick.

My little angel sleeping away yesterday after I picked him up from daycare.
I promise I'm not putting Latisse on those lashes.

I hope everyone is having a good week and is staying germ free!
I'm preparing for my turn with the germ....I know it's coming.....
At least Mr. B is on the mend now.

Happy Thursday!