This was supposed to be a lovely day, at least the way I planned it weeks ago. We were to go to co-op bearing cupcakes and have everyone sing Happy Birthday to Mary at lunchtime. We were to have presents and a trip up to Auntie Melinda and Uncle Mark's house on Saturday for more cake and several long walks in the fields.
However, Maggie and Mary started throwing up right around bedtime and then Tim started in at midnight. My morning has been running to put laundry in, filling glasses with ice water, and holding basins under chins. The little boys are on their own and Will is in charge of the baby. Even if we were feeling up to it, the blizzard outside would prevent us from venturing any farther than the driveway. The family party has been postponed and I haven't even been able to buy Mary a gift.
If you could, a Hail Mary for our crew would be appreciated, for a return to health for the invalids and especially that no one else comes down with the crud.
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Oh, no. I'll be praying for a speedy recovery and that it doesn't spread.
Sarah
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