Notes to the School

Dear Mrs. Teacher and Mrs. Principal,

Mary Grace has a stomach virus, and I'll be keeping her home tomorrow.

You're welcome,
Amy

I would think it was just an Easter candy overdose, but Karen's husband came down with it yesterday.  Extreme dizziness was his main symptom so we thought it was more of an ear infection.  Then Cam got it  this morning, then Owen and Kade caught it later this afternoon.  And now Mary Grace.  So we have established that it is extremely contagious.  Chances are that we're all going to have it before it's over.  Except BJ.  He never gets sick.  We moved the girls' mattresses to the floor so they don't have to try to negotiate the ladders while getting sick, and we put the baby monitor in the bathroom so that (hopefully) they'll remember to go in there and yak rather than coming all the way down the stairs and around the corner to our room like she did last time.  Oy.  Stanley Steemer.

I maintain that learning to vomit into a toilet is a less-often-used but more important skill than potty training.

If we were smart, Karen and I would put all the sick kids in one house and all the healthy kids in the other, and then we'd take turns playing Florence Nightingale at one house, and recuperating at the other, but at this point I think it's too late.

Somebody please tell me that this is just a 24 hour virus, and that we'll all be ok before my birthday Friday.  Please?  Pretty please?  Anyone??