Well, I shouldn’t have said it yesterday because it came true.
I woke up this morning covered in Tuck’s vomit. He made it to my bedroom to inform me that he wasn’t felling well, but instead of words I got projectile vomit.
No words needed. I got the message….stomach virus!!!
Rebecca’s vocabulary didn’t even pop in my head this time. There just aren’t good enough cuss words to convey my disgust, rage and/or deteriorating mental state.