My nemesis. My archenemy. My foe. My adversary. My own personal terrorist.
The stomach flu, of course.
I kept valiantly hoping it was food poisoning when I started throwing up around midnight last night, but after spending all night and morning in the bathroom, I've been sporting a fever all afternoon and evening.
So far no one else seems affected, and I'm praying it stays this way. Keep your fingers crossed for us! Josh has to go back to work tomorrow, no matter what, and I don't think I can handle myself and two sick kids!