“Oooo, baby! You’re so hot!”
“When I look at you, my head spins and my knees get weak!”
“I just want to spend all day in bed with you!”
No, it’s not what you think. It’s things sick spouses say to each other.
We had it. We had it BAD. All seven of us got sick within a 10 day time span. Not all at once, thankfully. I’m kind of lucky, I guess, because I was out-of-town when it started. My poor husband had to deal with barf duty. At the peak of infestation, we had three kids with various vomit vessels. Have I mentioned that it really sucks to live in a house with just one bathroom? We would have a kid or two home from school one day, send them to school the next, only to have a different one home. The next day, the first kid was back home. It was awful.
I got it at the end of the week, followed a day later by my husband. Thankfully, I have been blessed with the ability to avoid regurgitation. In situations where others might, I somehow don’t. Sure, I gag and get extremely grossed out by the stuff and can’t handle being around vomit, but it very rarely comes from me. It was about 18 years into our relationship before my husband ever knew me to throw-up. Eighteen years, five pregnancies, and many viruses. I just don’t do it. My husband, however…well, let’s just say I could hear him retching three rooms away, poor guy.
That is all in the past, however (and God willing). Today, the kids are back to school, hubby is at work, and I am doing my stuff, which includes an overdue blog post. Sorry it’s so gross.