Remember about a week and a half ago when Caroline had that stomach virus? And we were up most of the night?
I never got sick, so I breathed a huge sigh of relief that I had dodged the proverbial bullet.
Apparently, the bullet circled the circumference of the earth and has now promptly hit me between the eyes, or the stomach as the case may be.
Stomach virus.
Bad stomach virus.
And remember how Caroline was so cheerful and upbeat the whole time?
She doesn’t get that characteristic from her mama.
I’m pretty sure I’m about to die.