I haven't left the house since Wednesday, folks. It's Sunday. I get cabin fever after a morning indoors, so we're really at our wits end over here.
The good news: Ava is doing so, so much better! She's not throwing up, the diarrhea has slowed (though unfortunately is still stickin' around), and she ate some breakfast this morning.
The bad news: Mama, despite bleaching the house with all manner of anti-bacterial killers, came down with it, and IT. IS. AWFUL. I suppose it was to be expected when I was exposed by not one, not two, but three sick children. And two of them hurled on me. Still, I was hoping my maniacal sheet-washing and Clorox Clean-up wiping would prevail.
Add to that the fact that I spent the entirety of the Perez Hilton "One Night in Austin" SXSW party that I had tickets to last night - where I could've been rubbing elbows with the likes of Rihanna, Katy Perry and James Franco - curled up on the bathroom floor, pleading for it to end, and the fact that I haven't been at work in five days - thanks, break! NOT - suddenly seems more sad than a reason to celebrate.
I am, thankfully, feeling a bit better this morning, and more than anything, am so grateful Ava is getting better. But man...we could use for this bug to leave our house ASAP!