Yesterday, Jenny posted about how her family can’t catch a break with illness, and my sister commented “Worst winter ever.” (um, ps Anna, this seems like the worst winter ever because it is the first winter you’ve had two kids. Just wait until the start school!)
I was all, “It’s not that bad – we haven’t had it at all at our house!”
And then Sam threw up at 3:30 this morning. In our bed. Laying on his back, so it went all over his hair and face.
Did I mention he was in our bed?
So, I have learned my smug lesson for the day. Here’s to hoping it doesn’t spread through the rest of our family like wildfire.