You know what’s the worst?
A root canal? Breaking a bone? Being lost on a deserted island with no food?
No, none of these compare to the stomach bug I have had the last day and a half.
Even worse is my son gave it to me. I love the center my son attends but I swear it is a pocket of plague that is constantly growing some sort of disease. Usually I am spared but not the last day and a half.
So my post is being typed right now while I hang over the toilet.
Thank god for smart phones so I can check emails and make sure my husband will pick up my son.
I will be back with a better post next week I promise.