This time, our household heralded the New Year with a different kind of late night partying. One that involved 3 loads of laundry from 2 to 6 in the morning. The score is 3-0 as my 2 sons and husband lie in different stages of surrender to the unwelcome norovirus in our midst. I have survived long enough to record the sordid details, but who knows, we might be at 4-0 by tomorrow.
So while the world raised toasts to new beginnings, we went straight to the ill effects of non-alcohol induced hangovers. While the world burst colorful fireworks in the sky, I mopped the floor with Clorox. While the world counted down to the midnight hour, we bemoaned our stalled clock. I hear the tick tock, but the hours are long before the dawn.
For now, I pour Pedialyte, offer applesauce and prepare receptacles for my family’s throw-up pleasure. And when the new year finally rolls in at our house, I will be yelling “Happy No Virus to you!”