A stomach bug has ravaged Chateau Ironhand this week, starting with my daughters and grandson. They drove up from Texas on Monday and may have picked it up enroute, but they were very sick Tuesday and Wednesday. My youngest son fell ill yesterday as the girls started to improve, and it hit me and Mrs. IHJ last night. I went from sitting in front of my computer to heaving my guts out in the space of five minutes or so, that's how fast it hit us all. We had to warn off everyone who was going to come over via Facebook, and I had the idea of painting a big red 'X' on the front door, too. This is the worst stomach bug I've had since I was a kid. I can count on my hands the number of times I've vomited as an adult, and I quickly surpassed that number just last night and today. Red Powerade diluted with water is the only thing I've consumed since last night, even as the turkey roasts in the kitchen and fills up the house with delicious aromas.
Damn..
At least the kids are all feeling a lot better, especially our little Munchkin grandson. One year old and a speed demon that crawls, he and I have had lots of fun climbing UP the stairs, and then sliding DOWN on our butts. Actually he sat in my lap and I slid down the stairs.