Saturday morning, my family headed back to NY. A quiet day in the Trenches loomed ahead of us. Hubby and I did a quick clean-up and then looked forward to some major relaxation (me) and college football (him).
We had called some friends to see if they wanted to come over, but hadn't gotten any takers. But when I was at Target (because I'm an addict) with Eldest, Hubby called to inform me that we were, in fact, going to have visitors: friends of ours with their 3 little girls.
I panicked because we had nothing in the house to eat, except TURKEY. Could I offer them turkey sandwiches? Umm...hot turkey and gravy? Perhaps turkey burgers?
Instead, I threw together a quick taco dip (layer of cream cheese, layer of refried beans, layer of salsa, layer of shredded mozzarella--try it, it's fab) and heated it up, and then figured I could whip together a gourmet meal of chicken nuggets and fries for all the kids.
All was well.
Our guests left, Hubby was (still) watching college football, and I retired to the computer room. Hubby went up to bed a little after 10:00, complaining that he didn't feel that well. I figured it was the Jack (Daniels) talking.
All of a sudden, around 11, I heard Hubby YELLING for me. From 2 floors away, mind you. So I raced upstairs to find him holding Baby over the toilet, the noxious smell of vomit permeating the air. Poor Baby had projectile vomited through his crib bars, onto the floor, onto Hubby and then left a trail of the chunkage all the way to the bathroom. I couldn't think of a better way to spend a Saturday night!
It was decided that I would stay in our bed with Baby, and Hubby would man the downstairs couch.
Baby puked about 5 more times that night. Hubby was up at 2am puking himself.
They both had it coming out the other end all day yesterday. My Mom and my Niece are also sick with the same symptoms. I'm petrified that the dreaded fungus is back, so have been disinfecting and sanitizing like a madwoman.
And then last night, Eldest woke us. He was gasping for breath and sounded pretty croupy. Hubby sat with him in a steamy bathroom, and he seemed to clear up. But his temperature was 102. So he opted to sleep with Daddy, while this time, I manned the downstairs couch.
So today, EVERYONE is home in the Trenches. It's like an extra vacation day! Except---not.