This post is not for the faint at heart or those of a squeamish stomach. It's probably best read with an empty stomach and lots of sympathy.
I have had a few blog posts sitting in my head that I was going to blog about this week.
Then Doorbuster threw up. We figured it was something he ate. No big deal. There was no fever and it came out of the blue.
Then 2 days later, I get the P & P's. You can guess what the P & P stands for. I hate being sick. I don't ever want to think about that night again. I was fine after a few hours, thank God. Every time I get the flu I wrap myself in a ball and want to be left alone in my misery. I'm not the best sick person. I get rather crazy. I have so much that needs to be done in a day that it drives me crazy when it doesn't get done.
The next day, Princess says she isn't feeling good. She felt warm, but the thermometer said she was fine. I thought she smelled rather sick (Am I the only nutcase who smells her kids to decide if they are sick?) we stayed home from PE class. Good thing, since she got sick about halfway through class time. By drum lesson time, she was fine, everyone seemed to have a ton of energy, so I took them to drum lessons and decided we'd try to make it to Target for a few things. Namely a training potty, since Doorbuster likes to take off his diaper and do his business on the floor. I still feel dragged out and have a horrible headache from being sick, but that's why they invented Tylenol, right?
We pull into the parking lot and bam.... it's Doorbuster's turn again. I clean him up best I can, realizing that I have no extra clothes or anything, just a pile of everyone else's sweatshirts, a blanket, a single kleenex, a box of cracker jacks and half a baby wipe (since someone used the wipes to clean their matchbox cars). I sanitize my hands really well, and eat the box of cracker jacks to soothe my feelings at missing a trip to Target while I drive back home.
We make it home, and Doorbuster is fine. Bath, clean clothes, call Hubby for back up (Having a Hubby who can work all day, and come home and cook because you're going crazy = awesome). He went to the store and came home and made dinner and took over the sickies, and watched Wheel of Fortune with them. Everyone went to bed early, and I stayed up for awhile playing with my newly-made WoW Arena Team. I was really excited since we won quite a few games, and I was really excited about how well we did. It was nice to not have to think about sickies for awhile.
I make it to bed, doze off, and hear the thunking of feet running down the hall. Running down my hall should be considered an Olympic event, since it's full of legos and laundry baskets at the moment. The older two alternated being sick overnight. I'm rather relieved, because the sooner it goes through everyone, the sooner we will be over this horrid, horrid illness. I attempt to sleep while dreaming of healing myself, pushing buttons, trying to get Doorbuster back to sleep since he wakes up every time someone else gets up (and gags in sympathy), and listening for kids. I managed to sleep until 8:30, where I stagger into the disaster area of the living room.
When Daredevil was bragging about how he threw up in a bag....he didn't. Not exactly. I'm very glad I hadn't made it to eating breakfast yet. I'm also very thankful for the steam cleaner, and I am going to get a wet-vac, thanks to the suggestion of one of my friends. She's super smart, because that wet-vac would have saved a lot of time. I also now have a dishwasher full of Wii Game cases and toys, and I think the new very enforced rule will be Princess needs to either A) go to bed the same time as everyone else or b) play in her room until I am up. Because....it was bad. Dealing with that mess, while not being awake at all, with her incredible amount of energy and MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! Oh, there are days when this mothering business is too much!
Thankfully, it seems like everyone is on the mend now, and by the time everything makes it out of the dishwasher sanitized and squeaky clean (and thanks to a good stock up of lysol and hand sanitizer), and I make it out of my pajamas and into the shower, things will be looking up. It's a beautiful day, and we wont be outside enjoying it (well, the younger two will since I am making them go out and PLAY since they feel great), at least I can throw open all the windows, spray some lysol, and air out the sickies.
Thankfully, next week is a new week.
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