Last Monday I had an entire post set up about how Sully got his first official flu-bug ever. I stayed home, got our provisions all set up for the day, and as he started to dose off I got ready to post a little blurb.
That was until I got my ass handed to me. Whatever that virus was literally bitch-slapped me in the face, so bad and unexpected that by 10 AM I was doubled over in our bathroom with a screaming, sick child on my bed. I had to call Shaun by 1 PM to tell him to come home. I NEVER call Shaun to tell him to get home.
I was convinced my insides were making the great escape, and I was dying. Literally.
Needless to say all of us wound up sick from Monday until Thursday. This is what it would have looked like if I hadn't been busy tossing my cookies all day.
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My poor bubbaroo is sick with his first ever flu-bug! After much pondering and Shaun and I going back and forth about what to do as we both sat ready and dressed for work, the sad heap of sickness that hadn't moved from my lap in a half hour said I needed to keep him home.
He rarely lets me hold him like that.
It was actually kind of nice.
Needless to say, this Mama-bear called out sick today to take care of little sick baby bear.
Bucket, check.
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