I am a horrible wife. I might as well admit it, because it is true. Sunday I had a horrible migraine and decided I would take Monday off to recuperate. I knew I'd have that headachy hangoverish feeling, and I really didn't want to go sit in some stupid inservice anyway so I'd just stay home. I'd already made arrangements for the boys since Trey didn't have school so I'd be home all by myself.
Yesterday, I woke up and Eddie was just getting back in bed. I asked him if he was ok and he said he'd been up most of the night with an upset stomach. "Are you going to work today?" "no." Oh great~~there goes my day off...if I stay home I'll have to deal w/ Mr. Poor-pitiful-me-I-feel-so-awful all day...giving him clean cool washcloths after he vomits, checking his fever all day, etc. So I decided to go on to work and suffer through the unbearable meetings because it was the lesser of two evils. My only "help" at home was to spray Lysol everywhere before I leave and tell him to ONLY use the bathroom in our room.
Then all day I felt guilty because he really was pretty sick. I even got sympathy diarrhea (I know--TMI!) because he was sick. By the time we all got home from school, Kyle also had diarrhea, Trey was complaining of an upset stomach and even my tummy was a little shaky.
He stayed home again today but finally sounds stronger over the phone. I sure hope the rest of us don't get this too.
