I hardly ever get stomach viruses. Seriously, Hubby brings home all sorts of fun and interesting germs from the nursing home all the time, and I hardly ever get them. So I wasn't too worried when the latest stomach thing started making the rounds until I woke up at 4:30 a.m. Saturday with a mad urge to use the facilities. I knew I was in trouble when I was on my fourth trip in an hour and I was feeling worse instead of better. As I was cleaning projectile vomit off of the toilet seat, floor, walls and myself while slumped over in pain from the severe stomach cramps this thing was causing (all for naught, as literally three seconds after I finished round 2 started), I wondered: how on earth would I have done this if I had kids?!?
It is now day 5 and I still have a long way to go before I am 100%. I can barely function, which is due largely to the fact that I have barely eaten since Friday night. And now Hubby is sick, so I lost my caretaker and have to fend for myself. I would feel sorry for myself, except I know several women who just went through the same thing, except with kids for an added bonus.
So for all you moms out there, I bow down before you. You are my heroes. I don't know how you do it.