Oh Beatles, you speak to me.
5 separate stomach viruses, 2 days in the hospital with an 18 month old, 720 loads of laundry on "Hot Water" setting, 5 depleted containers of Lysol wipes, 3 barf buckets simultaneously in use, and a most glorious husband who DOMINATED this house-o-horror.
Until 2 days after all was well. The last man standing went down.
It wasn't purty.
I looked around to see who was going to step up to the plate, grabbing this virus by the horns and banishing our house-o-horror of all germs.
Dang it if I wasn't the only person over 3 feet tall that can successfully maneuver buckets of vinegar and water.
And so it was. Stomach Flu '10 hit us again. As if the first round back in January wasn't enough.
I really need to find a new weight loss program.