My day started with G-man sending me an email from work that he didn't feel well. Stomach was bothering him. Hoped that it was just too much junk food last night. Then Sassy got up and said she didn't feel well, and her stomach didn't feel well. Ut oh.
Then another email from G-man that he has been in the bathroom all morning, and he threw up. But refused to come home from work (never mind that he has 800+ hrs of sick leave).
An hour ago...Sassy threw up.
And what was I doing....pulling apart my closet for the "dreaded" challenge!!! I was smart enough to not pull EVERYTHING out, but I have a mini mess. (I cleaned up part one of the mess about 70% before starting on the closet.
Had to quickly change gears. Put Sassy in the shower so she could clean up. Wiped down the bathroom (no one wants to be sick in a bathroom that needs to be cleaned). Changed the sheets.
So now....I am going to be running back and forth from trying to clean up my mess....taking care of Sassy (and probably G-man when he gets home)....oh yeah, and Bossy. Oh, and the work I brought home with me.
Ugh....good thing I can multi-task.