P-daddy was rough this weekend, but I thought it was just the dumps over putting down our dog. Turns out he has some flu-like thing going on. This is day two in bed. And G-girl has a cracked rib from a graceful incident yesterday afternoon. Between the two of them, I called my Wednesday babysitting appointment and told them I couldn't do it. I feel really bad about the last minute notice for them, but I really didn't expect my husband to be in bed again this morning.
I'm going to hibernate in our bubble today. And spray lots of lysol!