So one thing I really don't handle too well is being vomited on (unless its by me on myself and its totally self-inflicted...)
So, Dalton's got the flu. Not sure if its the media overhyped H1N1 virus, but possible. Noone is testing for it anymore because its expensive and once the results come back, kids are already back to school. If the media wants something scary to talk about, call me, I have a whole list ready. So, yes, I got the full on flu vomit bath yesterday...followed by the bloody nose sheet change by the healthy other child...and overall yucky bodily fluids not being contained very well. I called about renting a HAZ MAT suit, but they were all already all out on loan (due to a DATELINE epsiode the night before about microscopic dangers in your kitchen).
So, just an update:
1. We sold our house. YIPPEE!
2. We are buying another house... YIPPEE!
3. Emerson is going to the pumpkin farm tomorrow.
4. Dalton is staying home.
5. I will have roast beef...just kidding...it just seemed like the next logical thing to say.
6. Ana ships out in a week or so to Cynthia's back 40.
7. I am actually sleeping at night (except being awakened to be vomited on).
8. I think my friends have already forgotten me.
9. I bet if I vomit on them, they will remember me, but may not like me too much anymore.
10. I love fall.
I am going to bed...
