Sick day

I guess I can’t really call a sick day on a blog, but… I’m going to anyhow.

I was sick a few weeks ago. Simon had tummy troubles last week, throwing up a few times. Darin came home from work on Friday and said, “I should have come home hours ago.” He was pale and sweating. Sophia has been complaining about her stomach hurting for days, without anything really conclusive (like passing up a piece of chocolate or something) to convince me she was really in a bad way.

Then, this afternoon, she managed to throw up last night’s dinner. Simon, not to be outdone, promptly threw up as well.

So I’m going to be home all day tomorrow with the kids, not risking them (or others in the vicinity). I’m kind of hoping Darin stays home as well, but that’s not likely—he’s no longer passing up the chocolate.

(I’ve begun a couple of entries recently—one entitled “The Age of Unseriousness,” in homage to M. Rittenhouse, who coined the phrase, and another on the Oscar nominations, which I actually started the day they were announced and never got around to finishing. Sigh.)