and now we don the hazmat suits

The stomach flu has struck here at the Aughtmon home.
Taking us down one by one...Will...then Addie...then me....now Jack.
Scott has been feeling poorly off and on from the onset...
a general nauseousness hovering over him like a green cloud.
I asked friends to pray a hedge of protection around us...
or a biohazard wall of protection.
But it seems this flu bug is impervious.
We have received a lot of sympathy from loved ones...
but no one has offered to come over.
In fact, we have been told, in no uncertain terms, to stay away...far, far, away.
We had one summer when our family caught the stomach flu 3 times.
No one we know wants to be a part of that.
This flu has brought more than one of us to tears.
My sister, Jenny, says this is only right since you should cry if you have to throw up.
Because it is terrible. Very terrible.
My co-worker, Jill, said that nothing is worse than getting hit both in the attic and the basement with the stomach flu.
Truer words have never been spoken, Jill.
Jack has been calling down curses on this influenza that has managed to steal one of his last days of summer from him.
I believe, in my deepest soul, that no one should have get sick in summer.
It is so warm and shiny outside and everyone is tan and has new swimsuits.
Nothing unpleasant should happen during such a glorious time of year.
So we are asking for more prayers.
Strong prayers. Prayers to slay this devil flu. Prayers for calm stomachs.
Prayers that we will soon be able to eat something other than popsicles.
I believe a brighter day is coming...a day when we will be able to say
"Na-na-na-na-na-na-hey-hey-hey-good-bye" to the flu.
Until then...you will find us sipping on pedialyte and using purell like hand lotion.
And praying for another sunny sick-free summer day to head our way.