That's the best way to describe the past few days.
Ava's got the stomach flu and I've got 500 loads of laundry and cans of Lysol because of it.
I can't stand it when my babies are sick! For some reason, the violence that shakes such a tiny body during vomiting is the hardest for me. Last night she was curled up next to me moaning and then looked up to her Dad and asked, "Daddy, you make my tummy feeyuh bettuh?"
Poor Ava's been working hard on her potty training but right now she just doesn't have the oomph required to go through the process so we just change alot of diapers.
And then this morning, right before we were supposed to leave for school, my sweet Bella had her turn hugging the porcelain bowl.
Now we're all toting around our personal tubs. Gonna be a long day.
Hope you and yours are healthy cuz it certainly tis the season not to be!