I had dinner with my friend this evening. Our moms were pregnant together (we were born about two weeks apart), so I can truly say we've been friends all our lives. Sometimes we'll go months without seeing each other, but we can pick up right where we left off. Though we have different beliefs and different interests it's always good to get together. The husbands find common ground, the kids play together... it's all good.
Except the vomiting.
As we were midway through dinner her youngest (almost two) rose from the table, coughed, whimpered, and let fly. My kids scattered like cockroaches when the lights come on. I shooed them out into the back yard while my friend apologized profusely and cleaned up the mess. Dad whisked the little one off to a bath, Mom was sponging the carpet, and I started clearing the dishes, when her older one (almost five) gave me a funny look and said something about the smell bothering him, and disappeared to the garage, and... you guessed it.
I'm hoping that our boys - being outside most of the time - will dodge the bullet, but Kerry and I... well, we welcome your prayers for our continued health. There's a nasty flu going around.
And remember my friend's little guys too :0)
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I'm a little behind in my post reading. I do hope that everyone is feeling better, and I'll be happy to add some prayers for you, your friends and your family.
Big hug (with a mask if necessary).
;)
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