All I want for Christmas is not to barf.

My Guy woke up in the middle of the night with what is either food poisoning or the flu. He’s been down for the count all day. Like, “I don’t feel well enough to sit up” down for the count.

It’s December 23.

We’re supposed to go to Iowa tomorrow.

I don’t want to sleep in our bed because I sure as hell don’t want to get sick.

I don’t want to miss Christmas with my family.

I don’t want my husband to be sick.

I want my husband to take a shower. For the love of all that is holy.

I don’t ask much.

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