Well, apparantly the party also acted as an incubator for some sort of stomach virus as most participants have some variety of stomach cramps and all of the fun that comes with that. TDH has been a wasteland since late yesterday afternoon and did stuff overnight that he hasn't done since the 80's (I am trying not to be gross, but think bowl by the bed).
I have three thoughts running through my head that are a bit odd:
1) This couldn't have been the food, right? I mean if it were the food it would've hit us all a lot sooner.
2) Please God, let the touch of it I had yesterday be all I get this time around.
3) How weird is it that staying home from work to tend to the sick makes me feel like a 'real mommy' as if I'm not when I do all the other things I do.
I of course feel awful for all of those who are struggling with this thing - and party goers are not the only ones in this community afflicted - but those three thoughts are the ones that keep coming back to me.
Also, it is very hard to work on a sermon at a foot high fisher price table surrounded by crayons and play-doh... I'm just sayin'.