Ugh! I woke up this morning to a sick kid and husband. No, make that two sick kids because let’s face it, husband’s are WORSE than children when they get sick. Fever, chills, headache, body aches and puke. The whole damn package. How did I get so lucky??
Morgan got up sick sometime in the night, barfed on her bed & on the bathroom floor and relocated herself to the couch without telling anyone. Hubby gets up sick, goes into the bathroom and discovers puke. Thankfully, he cleans up said puke before coming back to our bedroom to report puke. For once, the “finder of the mess ” cleans up the mess instead of just leaving it for me as they normally do. (love finding stuff catshit, puke and whatever else that the family wanted to just pretend they didn’t find)
So, groggily, I get up myself (hair stuck to my head as I have been sweating it out all night and I feel clammy too thank you very much) to “make sure everyone is ok”. I get showered because, as the person feeling less like shit than anyone else, I need to go to the base for Motrin because we have none, and that’s just NOT good when you know that everyone else is gonna need some too.
Trip to base was normal, except for when I crouched down to check our mail (our box is on the bottom row, about knee hight I swear) something snaps in my back like a little electrical shock. My back has been killing me all day…but I make dinner still for those who can still eat, and continue to wash bedding. We watch a movie and all seems well, Morgan is smiling and sunny again, and Hubby is half way awake.
Then, as we are getting the kids ready for bed (10 pm after movie was over) Meg informs me she doesn’t feel well. Of course she doesn’t….we get her to bed and whammo! 11 pm, she barfs all over her bed. I’m mad now because I sent her to bed with a bucket..and she couldn’t “find” it. Now, I’m doing laundry AGAIN. (oh, did I mention she was on the bottom bunkbed, and how fun it is to change pukey sheets when your back is out? Real freakin party that was)
So, like I said, I’m doing laundry again, and I’m thinking I’ll just stay up because I know that the minute I doze off, Jordan is gonna barf too. I. Just. Know. It.
I hate puke, it’s puke season and it’s just not fair that mom’s get issued “puke cleaning licenses” upon delivery of their children.
I think I’m gonna be ill….
See you can still get the pukey crap from your friends over here.