Today. A journey.

It was yesterday.

There was a whole post about how
one
by
one
we all were hit with gastro

But it was gross.
In it’s level of detail.
About kids spewing in the car
On the side of a motorway.
Up the hall.
In their bed.
And me heaving and hurling every 15 minutes for about 8 hours
as I am want to do with any gastro anything
which meant hurling into a bucket while Grover tried to breastfeed.

So just let it be noted that yesterday I took the boys two hours out of Sydney, then
one
by
one
they came down with gastro

and then I got it

And Chef has been an absolute champ taking control today
and doing multiple loads of washing
and more washing
and removing seats from the bus to
WASH THEM DOWN WITH THE HOSE

and all I can stomach is lemon barley cordial and dry SAOs.

BLEUCH