Damn the luck.
We went to visit my parents for our family Christmas this weekend. My family has had a population explosion here in the past 4 years, and there are now 6 grandchildren ranging in age from 4 years to 6 months old. It was a lovely time, the cousins all played together, loved on eachother, and were very good at sharing everything.
Very good at sharing. Everything.
Four out of those 6 are now sick. Super sick. Gross sick. Two of them are mine. I imagine the only reason the other 2 aren't sick yet is because the baby is too young, and perhaps, just maybe, the older one has already had it. The Trojan Horse. :)
So here it is, Christmas week. I am set to make dinner for 30 people Friday and Saturday. THIRTY PEOPLE. There are things to be made, and my house currently looks like an episode of Cops. All we need is a dirty mattress in the corner and some drug paraphernalia, and we're set.
In my control freak world, this illness will be gone by Wednesday, so that I have 2 days to bleach bomb my house and get treats and things prepped for Friday. I'm sure God is laughing at me right now. I'm pretty hilarious. Because I'm sure that after caring for puking children for 2 days by myself, I am going to be SO EXCITED to clean my house and make pie.
Pray for me.
PS- Why the hell does Pedialyte make colored electrolyte solution? That is JUST WHAT I WANT, is rainbow colored vomit all over everything. Oooh!! Orange!!! PRETTY!!
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