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I don't like it.
Mostly because my children keep acting like they are ALLLLL better. Then they vomit again or spike a fever. Or cry because they want popcorn at 8:30 in the morning.
I mean, we ALLLLL missed church and my grandma's birthday dinner yesterday because I decided to be polite and keep our digustingness to ourselves. I thought a day of quarantine would suffice. By yesterday late afternoon Spencer was happily eating a ho-ho and then proceeded to puke all over everything this morning again.
(sidenote: My children had never had hohos until yesterday. Spencer kept referring to them as "hohohos" and they thought they were awesome. My children are reaping the benefits of my pregnancy cravings. BUT hohos are disgusting. I was bitterly disappointed. I have high in the sky hopes for Little Debbie's swiss cake rolls though.)
Henry has been sick since well, Saturday (maybe Friday night?) and I can't figure out WHY he still has a fever. Still sick, that's for sure but WHY???
Ezra started this whole thing. He's still sick. I LOVE a baby who doesn't nap/sleep unless he's in my arms. It makes it HARD TO ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING.
And Oliver? So far so good. I'm waiting patiently for him to yak-a-doodle and finish us out real nice.
Aren't you glad you just read all that? Don't you wish you were here visiting? You're welcome to come over and stay a while. My dishes need doing afterall.