We spent last week battling the plague. I was sick last weekend and chalked it up to food poisoning because I started getting sick right after eating McDonald’s. But then when Dave and Charlie got sick on Monday, I realized that I may have had a stomach virus. Whatever the origins, it was officially Not Fun. Luckily, it didn’t affect Dave and Charlie as violently as it did me, but we were all out of commission last week.
Dave’s mom came up on Saturday to watch Charlie while we cleaned and disinfected the house from top to bottom. Laundry washed, floors vacuumed, bathrooms scrubbed, even dogs bathed. If we only had some kind of Lysol-bomb that we could set off. Anyway, I was never so glad to clean the house.