The stomach flu hit us earlier this week. Thankfully, the boys didn't get the throwing up. They were just effected at the other end, if you know what I mean.
After a sleepless night, one achy miserable day, and another day in which I felt better but still didn't dare to eat, I determined that M and I were completely better when something finally sounded good to eat. And I made a chocolate cake at 10:30 at night. Because I knew I would be able to stomach it.
It is the ugliest cake you have ever seen in your life, but hey, what do you expect at 10:30PM?
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