It’s 11:20pm and I just cleaned up Dinara after she barfed all over herself while sleeping. At 8pm, when she told me her tummy hurt, I was hoping for something psychosomatic since her sister barfed at 7pm. You know… that whole “sympathy barf” thing that happens to all of us when a family member blows chunks. You wonder… am I getting it or is this all in my head? At that time, with one kid only sick, you hold out hope it’s something they ate versus a virus.

*sob* That dream is over. Looks like a virus. I hate when my family gets the pukes en masse.

Say a little prayer for me.

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