It was bound to happen, no one is lucky enough to have only one of the five people living in a home get the flu, especially when we are all hanging out in such close proximity to each other. This small place does not leave any extra room to quarantine the sick child.
Hannah started complaining about not feeling well when it was time to fold her laundry, so both Rob and I figured she was trying to get out of it. We got the laundry folded and then headed to the Wal-Mart for a few things to decorate our tree. I decided this was the time to listen to the little voice in my head so we brought the bucket, just in case. We were almost there when Hannah started throwing up.
Now here is the part where you award me Mother of the Year: instead of going home we found a dumpster, threw away the bucket, and rushed inside to get what we needed adding a new bucket to our list. We made Hannah a bed in the cart with a tree skirt and Rob's coat and thankfully we made it out of the store without incident. She came home and curled up on the couch and watched us decorate before falling asleep.
I hoped it would only last 12 hours like Hunter's and sure enough this morning she was feeling much better.
So the questions remains...Who's Next??