Yesterday, I worked my normal 15 hour shift. I never mind it much considering I only work twice a week. Today has been much more stressful that any 15 hour shift in the recent past.
We were supposed to go to a cancer benefit today that was very near and dear to my heart. However, I ended up feeling rather pukey and just blah. Bryan came home from working feeling the same way. Before I knew it, my mother, who is visiting with my teenage brother, and Bryan were also sick. I had vomit in the office, on the carpet, of course. Vomit in the hallway and on the wood floors. Needless to say, my house is a biohazard and all I want to do is cuss at the top of my lungs. I started out as the sick one and before I knew it, I'm cleaning up everyone's nasty sickness. Horrible thing to say, right? I feel like I need to go sanitize my house before my son wakes up in the morning expecting to crawl all over his now disgusting territory. Yet I feel awful for feeling this way. I love my family, but the fact that there are so many sick people in my house right now is really getting to me.