Andy and I have a stomach plague courtesy of new daycare place. It seems to take about 24 hours to mostly run its course, and Andy is about ten hours behind me. He should be better in the morning. I hope our septic tank is tough because it’s had a lot to handle since yesterday evening. My helpful tip to anyone else with this dread disease – rice. Rice is wonderful. The banana and the toast made me sick…but oh blessed rice!

The nice thing about us both being sick at the same time is that…um. There is nothing nice about it really. The sheep and chickens didn’t get fed or watered until about 2 because I stupidly ate some frosted flakes to go with my ibuprofen to help fight off the killer dehydration headache. I spent several hours really wishing I hadn’t listened to Tony the Tiger’s call. And then there is the baby. At times Andy and I both felt really horrible at the same time and the best we could do for Anya was to poke the bouncy seat with a foot. At one point, Andy tossed toys to her like she was a carnival game. I wonder what prize he won for getting both butterflies and the snail into her lap without missing?

Andy finally passed out on the couch a bit ago, and I’m waiting for the dishwasher to finish running before I try to go to sleep. I’m really not tired…probably because of the soda I kept drinking to fight off the hurlies.

I think new daycare person should give us a free week. I’ve missed three days of work because of this plague (one day when her kid was sick, one day when Anya was sick [thankfully nowhere near as sick as we’ve been], and one day when I was sick), and Andy has missed one. The hidden costs of daycare.