The Bug

I am waiting.
Waiting on this thing to get me too.
The Bug took Michael down last night..from 11:30 p.m.-9 a.m. It struck every two hours....
Tonight, it hit Addison.
After I had spent the evening de-Bugging the upstairs, washing all the sheets and comforters and bleaching everything, I had to change ALL of Addison's bedding. Again.
I am hoping that since she is little, the Bug will effect her less.
In the meantime, I wait. For it to pounce. On me.
The only part of this that I have enjoyed is hearing my mother's voice coming out of my mouth as I comfort my child the way my mother comforted me when I was sick. The reassurance that it's all going to be OK and the promise of some coca-cola to get that awful taste out of her mouth. Some things are worth passing on.
Unlike the BUG.