Friday night when I was out door dashing, I got a FaceTime from Zay crying his tummy hurt. I said…

Friday night when I was out door dashing, I got a FaceTime from Zay crying his tummy hurt. I said I’d stop my dash and bring him pepto because my dad didn’t have any. Before I got there, he projectile vomited all over the place.

Fast forward to today. The rest of us are all in some phase of the tummy bug, including myself! I’m so nauseous and cramped up that I’m looking for my quick melt zofran pills. I still have this massive pile of clean laundry I need to sort and box some for storage and box some for my dads house before I can go back to bed.

NoNo gets no breaks!