One thing I didn’t mention in Tuesday’s re-cap of our camping holiday was how the gastro bug was passing through. At least one member of each of the families we went with were hit except us and as we drove out on the day of checking out we whispered hopefully to ourselves that perhaps we had missed it.
But I’d already had bad cramping the night before (I hoped it was… well… innocent cramping. If there’s such a thing) so my optimism also had a foot in reality.
And all suspicions were confirmed when Keira started vomiting at midnight, my runs began at dawn, and Riley’s cramps and vomiting hit that morning.
Adam – my teflon stomached hero – so far remains immune and was a champion, washing sheets and scrubbing vomit out of the carpet.
I was out of commission most of yesterday, alternatively sleeping and groaning, but when I did pop online I did get a little jealous of people having a lovely, relaxed, food-full day.
Ours was a little like this:
