*Duh, duh, duh* another one bites the dust *Buh, duh, duh, duh* and another one falls..............
I was singing that in my head at exactly 4:27 AM this morning as I cleaned vomit up from Toby's bed. Apparently, this nasty stomach virus only likes to visit us on the weekend. Last weekend it was Coop and now the other kids have fallen victim one by one. I feel it surrounding me on all sides. My hands are raw from washing and the smell of bleach is permanently stuck in my nose. It could be worse though. We are laying low today and praying that Syd, Dave and I don't get it.
I hope everyone else stays healthy. This stuff is nasty.
