Apparently a kid in Isaiah's 4K class was sick on Sunday and starting spewing all over the place like Linda Blair in The Exorcist. Lest s/he miss out on some kind of monumental educational opportunity, they still came to school on Monday.
By Wednesday, seven kids and two teachers had called in sick, including my Isaiah.
Isaiah vomited eight times Tuesday night and once on Thanksgiving morning. Thomas has thrown up twice this week.
We had to bail on half of our Thanksgiving festivities so I could come home and worship the porcelain god a total of six times over the span of about 4 hours. It was terrible.
So, all this to say that our Thanksgiving was a little rough and we're still kind of coming off of a rough few days. And just a little PSA to please, please, PLEASE keep your kids home from school if they likely have a bug.
Bear with me while I dig out of the pile of laundry stacked up to my eyeballs and deal with the overwhelming number of emails and the pounding headache that hasn't left my brain since my bouts of vomiting. I promise to return and get caught up as soon as possible.
As soon as I go buy more coffee.
