We came home from a small get together at my mother’s house the other night, and Talon complained of a headache and couldn’t seem to get warm.
Enter Fever.
Yesterday morning Talon laid down a lovely coat of vomit in the living room, the hallway, and the bathroom. Poor kid. He did better off and on throughout the day yesterday (we had a lazy day in).
Last night I crashed out around 1:30 am, only to be awakened by Talon’s dry heaving into a bucket around 2:00 am.
It has been a long night. His little brother, Kyne (on Katie’s side) is ill too.
Damn you, you stomach churning virus! Damn you!
That is all.
