Fuck norovirus in the goat ass. Wife out of town past weekend, all going well with Daddy Rules (don’t fight, break anything or generally be assholes and we will mix fun with Roblox the likes of which you have never known).
Sunday: Starting 3p my 9yo says his stomach hurts, think little of it as it’s often anxiety-driven. By 6pm he’s puking his guts up, 615pm his 6yo sister does the same.
This continues at 30 minute intervals until approximately 1am. They can’t sleep due to nausea, finally end up with me in my daughters bed, her on the floor, and son sleeping on a towel in his room…after doing laundry until 3am.
Monday: Doc visits for all. Get Zofran and a ‘good luck’. Diarrhea begins. I manage to get some work done. Wife gets home at 8p and I’m already asleep in the guest room.
Tuesday: Kids well enough to go to school, wife bitches I didn’t make daughters bed perfectly. I can’t sleep and go to guest room.
Wednesday: 1am, wake up with terrible gut pains. Ask myself ‘am I about to puke?’ Affirmative. Up until 4am. Spend all day in bed or sometimes puking between my legs as I pee out my butt. Wife says that’s disgusting.
Thursday: 6am getting kids ready for school, 9yo says ‘bad news, mommy was throwing up all night’. She’s miserable, apologizes for ‘disgusting’ comment as she did the very same thing. She’s in bed all day.
Friday: Work is insane, eat my first real meal since Tuesday 11am.
Back to my pre-Christmas weight. Fuck norovirus. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.