I'm beginning to admit to myself that I was over confident.  I was definitely in mid-celebration, and I'll have to admit too, probably a bit smug.  I had convinced myself that we had just successfully survived a Michigan winter without bowing down to the porcelain god. Well, all this said, I am now in mid-pitty party for myself because I am up to my elbows in things that are coming out of my children's various body parts.  Yes, the Pastoor children have succumbed to the dreaded stomach flu! Condolences can start now...any sort of sympathy would be appreciated, actually. 

My day began at 3am when Chloe (youngest) decided that she hadn't exactly had enough of what she experienced last Friday, so she promptly ventured off into part two of her sickness. Youngest son then decided it looked liked so much fun he would like to join her. That is when my eldest daughter woke up. It was to the sounds of "prayer chants" from the one who was in "mid-worship" and she quickly decided to pack up and leave home....indefinitely. Yes, you heard it right, my own flesh and blood deserted me! But that's not all, oh no, my husband has threatened to possibly do the same thing! Anyway, left to fend for myself I quickly recruited the assistance of daughter #'s two and three, deciding that they most definitely could use hands on experience taking care of sick people. Counts for school work, right? Great, I thought, now let me go find those handcuffs so I can make sure that they don't desert me too! (just kidding ;)  

The most scary thing for me is that Chloe has actually been suffering with this (in one way or another) since last Wednesday. So that means (doing the math, 8 family members x 5-7 days of torture) it could be a couple of months before we are able to come out of our quarantine and crawl out of this hole we're in!

Please send antiviral thoughts our way........

Wendy

**Disclaimer: The Pastoor household does not now, nor ever did worship false idols....just getting this out in the open right now.