Tuesday, December 16, 2008

It all went downhill from there

Yesterday morning started out reasonably well. The girls got up and ate breakfast without too much fuss. I only had to fight with Ella over her clothes; Lily calmly put hers on, perhaps learning from her sister's mistakes.

After I got the girls out the door and Campbell and Elizabeth settled with B, I went out for a run and froze my a$$ off. It had gotten colder in the two hours since I had been out to send the girls to school.

Even though it was cold, I'm glad I got the run in, because everything went to hell as soon as I walked back in the door. Campbell came running up to me, wrapped his arms around my knees and barfed all over my legs. While gagging, I managed to get him cleaned up and dressed in new jammies - fortunately the mountain of laundry that I hadn't managed to fold yet was still in the living room. I shucked off my barf-covered running pants and grabbed some pajamas for myself while yelling to B for backup.

Campbell threw up a couple more times during the morning, on me each time. Fortunately, I managed to keep him from throwing up on the furniture. But my pile of laundry grew exponentially during the morning as I had to keep cleaning up messes.

Elizabeth added to the fun by deciding that she needed to be held ALL.DAY.LONG. And only by me. B didn't count.

By the time 6:00 p.m. rolled around, I was sitting on the sofa in tears, with Campbell crying to be held and Elizabeth fussing in my lap. At that point I gave up and turned on the dreaded Dora to make Campbell happy.

Fortunately, things are off to a better start today. After refusing to go to sleep until after 11:00 last night, Elizabeth slept through the night. The girls got out the door without many problems, and Campbell seems to have made a full recovery.

I'm knocking on every piece of wood I can find in hopes that it lasts.


Anonymous said...

Oh, hon. I can sympathize. I've been there. You are lucky they didn't all do the puke thing all together. I think that was the worst week of my life, when they all had it coming out of both ends at the same time. We used and washed every single towel in the house, bath, dish, and otherwise. It was horrible. I hope that the worst of it is over for you.

Unknown said...

I got barfed on three times last time my son was sick too, what is UP with that???

My worst time was when my husband and I both had food poisoning and we only have one bathroom...noooot goood. luckily our son didn't get it as well.

Sounds like you need to do something good for yourself to erase the memory of yesterday from your mind...

Mrs. G. said...

Well I'm glad you got your run in before the barf! The endorphins no doubt helped carry you through the day.

Cathy said...

It is really great when you get exercise in before the day falls apart! :) I hope no one else got that stomach bug.

Anonymous said...

You're a stronger woman than I. I'd have yanked out Dora a LOT earlier in the day.

Sick days are nap and TV days around here. It may appear to be pampering, but really it's just desperation.

joanna said...

Argh. We just went through this. Or, I should say Greg. I was asleep when the barf fest started. Greg was doing laundry at 2 a.m. and we still had more in the morning.