Sharing germs

Last Friday we went out to my parents house to butcher a steer. We got out to the farm about 4:30 to some initial excitement (read about that in a future post) and began to process the steer. My boys were running around and playing with their cousins like the wild children they are. About 8:00 that evening Darren comes up in the garage to me and tells me that his belly hurts. He no longer finishes saying that when he begins to vomit. I quickly usher him outside so he can finish. I tell him that he needs to lay down on the couch and relax. Nathan says that his belly hurts. I lay them both down with "puke pans" and tell them that if they have to throw-up again, to make sure they do it in the pans. Some time later Darren gets up to find me and proceeds to throw-up in the kitchen. I clean that up and then I go back outside to help. Then I am told to come back in the house because Nathan is now throwing up. By this time I asked Bruce if he can just take me home because I would rather deal with sick kids on my turf.

I apologized to everyone before we left for spreading the germs, but the boys seemed fine. Otherwise I never would have taken them out to the farm and exposed everyone. I have been told that my aunt got it, my cousin, my sister Carla and two of her kids, her husband. Luckily Bruce, Justin and I never got it.