The Plague

Thursday night I came home from school and settled in to watch ER. At the very end of it I heard my youngest crying. He never cries after we put him to bed. Going to bed is typically the only thing he does that we want him to do. So, I went upstairs to see what all of the fuss was about, and when I opened the door- I knew. He had the flu.

Magrelo and I have a very set routine when it comes to vomit. I take the child and bathe them, he cleans up the mess. This is how it has always been, and it is one of the many reasons that I love my husband. So after my munchkin was bathed and dressed, we went to bed. (If the kids are sick, they sleep with us so that we will be able to provide a trash can, etc...) I'll spare you the details, but it was a LONG night. My mom, who lives with me, was also throwing up all night downstairs. The next night was Friday, mom still sick, Frogger better. Saturday night, Magrelo's turn (oh and Princess Squirrel now has croup!) Sunday, free night again. Monday, the Monkey began his turn at 1:30am. Another long night. So, tonight should be good and tomorrow maybe Squirrel? Her birthday is Friday. I really want her to be well by Friday.

Okay, I'm sure this wasn't a fun blog to read. I'd try to add something witty, but I have to go wash more sheets. YECHHHHHHHH!