When we found Baby Saturday morning in her crib coated in puke, I tried to look at the positives:
1. I had a couple bottles of Pedialyte on hand!
2. We have a washer with a "Sanitary" cycle
3. Baby was still happy to see us, even though she could have been laying in the stuff for hours. Still feeling guilty about that.
When husband was stricken I again tried to remain optimistic despite the dismal outlook for mine and my other children's future health:
1. We were well-stocked with Gatorade and Saltines.
Unfortunately I didn't have his flavor of choice (lemon-lime). No matter, I picked up some more.
Then Son tossed his cookies last night. He is such a heavy sleeper he didn't even wake up! Husband smelled it passing through the hall. We woke Son up to shower while we began the sterilization of his room.
When I came home this morning from my run I wanted to keel over and die. Instead I fell to my bed and told Husband he was in charge for the day and I was clocking out. Recalling the contents of the pantry I remembered we were low on Saltines and had none of my flu-beverage of choice: Ginger Ale.
Just before settling into my morning coma my friend texted me asking if she could stop by to visit and deliver her monthly spiritual message {one of the many perks of living the Mormon life}. I told her she would be better off staying as far away from our house as possible.
Next thing I know she's delivering two boxes of Saltines, two bottles of Ginger Ale, and told me Chicken Noodle Soup would be delivered for dinner.
Moral of the story?
Prepare well for the flu-season. Like with tissues, pain relievers, fever reducers, toilet paper, baking soda, carpet cleaners and deodorizers, laundry detergent, Saltines, Gatorade, Ginger Ale, Pedialyte and whatever sounds good to eat when you're not feeling so good.
If you run out of supplies by the time you get the flu, have a good friend.
That soup was amazing.
