Thankfully B was not sick when I was - but I did have to deal with a spectacularly poopy diaper, making breakfast, and entertaining him while still feeling like I should be hovering over the toilet. It was pretty awful. Thankfully it was Sunday and I already had B booked for the Baby Kennel so I could go to an SMC meeting (which I of course had to miss), so I was able to drag our butts over there, drop him off, and spend the day lying in bed recovering.
I'm still not 100%. I went to a meetup today that involved a child-friendly restaurant, but I just couldn't manage any food. I hope B doesn't get it from me and we just keep trading it back and forth. Two episodes of stomach flu in two months is a bit more than I can bear, really.
Right now I'm in the middle of three loads of laundry and have about four trips up and down my front stairs to take out the mass quantities of garbage. No rest for the weary, eh?