Happy Valentine’s Day, Now Will You Please Excuse Me While I Go Throw Up

Nothing says Happy Valentine’s Day like throwing up and then pooping on the rug.  Unfortunately for me (and my husband) that is exactly how our Valentine’s Day went down. 

I am sick. 

Really sick. 

Really really sick. 

I have a TERRIBLE case of the stomach flu.  My poor sweet husband.  Valentine’s Day is ALSO his birthday and it is ALSO one of the busiest days at his bakery.  It is always a bit of a challenge to try and make such a busy work time for him romantic and special for his birthday and Valentine’s Day, but I try.  I am sure the farthest thing from his mind was seeing me limp (thank you still healing knee from surgery) at warp speed toward the toilet yelling, “OH NO” “OH NO” “OH MY GOD!!” while I threw up and then pooped myself.  I had planned to be wearing my new Victoria’s Secret nightie, not my own bodily fluids.

It has been awful, but I have to say my husband has been wonderful.  Getting me 7-up, taking care of the baby, all while keeping his business going.  I am so thankful that he is so terrific, because I felt so horrible.  I kept apologizing.  We even had to cancel birthday dinner plans with good friends.  The last thing I wanted to see coming at me was a scallop or filet.  UGH!  A saltine looked like heaven on a plate, and even then I was cautious. So I am recovering.  Today I feel a little better and have washed every single thing we own and cleaned every surface.  I am still quesy and haven’t graduated from Saltines, but tomorrow is a new d…oh shit (literally) gotta go….

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