The next day, Jack woke up in the morning and from every nap with diarrhea all up his back, in his hair, and all over his sheets. So during the last 24 hours I had given at least 4 baths, changed sheets 5 times, cleaned up a smelly car, and started a massive pile of laundry.
Then last night, I got sick. Usually I am blessed to avoid whatever illness that sweeps through my family, but not this time. Last night I felt like I had been punched in the stomach and spent most of the night--with maybe just a hint of drama--writhing in pain. Today I felt a little better, but with no appetite I had a hard time keeping up with my kids--who magically felt better just as I got sick. And so today was a movie day. I think the television was seriously on the entire day. I feel bad, but when the mom gets sick...what can you do? Right?

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