Wesley was up all night puking.
We leave for NYC on Friday.
I’m in full blown, “OH MY GOD WE CAN NOT BE SICK,” mode which is weird because I’m the opposite of a germaphobe. I touch bathroom doors with my hands, I don’t wipe down shopping carts, and I don’t even own Purel. I do the basic hand-washing after the bathroom and before cooking but that’s about it.
BUT NOW I AM ARMED WITH CHLOROX WIPES AND CLEANING EVERY SURFACE 4,000 TIMES.
What else do I do? I don’t want to get sick but I REALLY don’t want anyone else to get sick. This is LITERALLY a once-in-a-lifetime trip. This is a trip funded by a work bonus so it’s not like we have the kind of money to try again some other time. This was to celebrate 20 years together and OH MY GOD PLEASE DON’T LET ANYONE ELSE GET SICK AND PLEASE LET THIS BE OVER IN 24 HOURS.
On a lighter note, here’s a picture of me living my best life at the Blossomwood Witch Ride fundraiser this weekend.