I”m sick now too. Which means I can’t take care of us anymore. It’s been nice knowing you.
Seriously? What becomes of a family with small children when mom and dad have incapacitating stomach flu?
I feel like we’re in one of those apocalyptic movies where the human population is wiped out by some deadly virus. You see those scenes of empty, furnished apartments. They’re quarantined, wrapped in plastic and collecting dust. The occupants just vanished.
Only in those movies the houses are always clean. If we’re annihilated by this thing you’ll find our bodies lying in the ruins of dirty dishes, laundry and toys.
That will be my legacy.
A messy house.
When you come to take us off to the morgue make sure you spray the door with Lysol before you break it down.
Or IT will get you too.