Another One Bites the Dust

This morning, little Maddie appears to be falling victim to the demon stomach flu, and Thom is complaining of a mystery "pain in the ass." I'm trying not to take that one personally.

And of course I'm selfishly hoping that I'm not the next to fall ill or - even worse for Momma - that my husband will become sick!

Poor Thomas!

My little peanut started with the stomach flu at 4:00am this morning. I've done two loads of bedding so far, and I do believe there will be more before we're done. He's got it "from both ends," as they say. And my mother's intuition tells me that it won't be long before we're making full use of all two and one-half baths in our little house.

What's that, you say? Where's Daddy in all of this? He bolted from the house a half hour ago with our as-yet-healthy oldest.