Okay. First there was Flumaggedon, which consisted of respiratory flu for two of the girls and my husband (his turned into pneumonia) and some type of stomach bug or possibly pool-water-induced vomiting for Miss. That ugliness caused us to cancel our scheduled ski trip in early January. After we got through it and had about a week of everyone being fairly illness-free or at least on the mend, Sis got a fever and a horrible cough while we were in Florida, and then Lass got a slight fever too. The day after we got home, I went down with a nasty cough which caused laryngitis, which I still haven’t quite recovered from. Then last Friday I woke up with pink eye. Saturday it was in my other eye. Tuesday Miss had it. Wednesday Sis had it.
And if all that wasn’t enough (it WAS!!!!), last night at about 10, just as I was about to crawl into my warm, comfy bed, I heard Lass crying. I went in to check on her and what do you suppose I found? Macaroni and cheese she had vomited all over herself and her bed. For real. I couldn’t make this stuff up.
It was in her hair and just everywhere, so I started a bath, got the gross stuff to the laundry room, grabbed a bucket, and rolled up my sleeves. The poor girl was miserable for over an hour, and then she finally passed out. I crawled into bed only to hear Sis wake up crying about an hour later. Again, mac’n’cheese all over the bed and her. Round two. You get the idea. Fortunately, she wasn’t as sick as her sister. I finally went to bed at about 1:30am.
So. This winter and all of its indoor-germ-breeding just needs to be done. In the words of Super Friend, “This winter needs to die.” I’m soooo done with sick. Oh wait, except that I’m not because I still have a cold that just keeps hanging around, and I might be getting an ear infection (because why not?).
At least the girls were better when they woke up this morning.
I was nervous, so we kept vomit-catching containers on hand and just sipped water for the first hour and a half or so after they woke up. A movie distracted them from the fact that they were starving, and kept them from going anywhere but on that blanket. We tentatively tried breakfast of bananas and toast. Not the red velvet Valentine’s Day pancakes I had planned. They kept that down too, happily watching movies while I watched for any signs of returning pukes.
^^ Bland bananas and toast, and Miss said, “I love this, Mom. What a special Valentine’s Day breakfast!”
Amazingly, it seems we’ve gotten through it now. I was sure we were going to have to cancel our second scheduled ski trip for this weekend. We were planning to leave after my husband gets home from work tonight and meet Super Friend and her family at the skiing place. Last night as I was rinsing puke from sheets to put them in the laundry, I was cursing the thought that we’d have to miss this trip too. But we’re going. No puking since about midnight last night. We’re. going.
I’m so glad we will get to salvage out trip, but unfortunately, pretty much all of my Valentine’s Day plans got foiled. We were going to have red velvet pancakes for breakfast, make flower arrangements for our table, have a fancy tea party (with fancy flower centerpieces), and other Valentine-y, crafty stuff.
We did do a bit more Valentine’s crafting once I was sure the vomiting was over.
And the girls exchanged the Valentines they had made for each other.
^^ The Valentine Miss made for Lass. She cut that heart out herself!
All is not lost though. We will be having a fancy belated Valentine’s Day/President’s Day breakfast and tea party on Monday. If we don’t get hit with the chicken pox or something in the meantime…