Let me tell you, once your children reach the age where they sleep through the night on a consistent basis, your body adjusts. And NEEDS that consistency.
And now when that preshus sleep is interrupted? It's almost that much worse.
Our Trenches has been a cesspool of sickness. Coming from both ends of the youngest two.
It all started early last week. Middle randomly threw up at the babysitter's house. But then seemed fine. So we carried on lalalalalala.
Thursday night, he started complaining of a bellyache right before dinner. And laid on the floor next to a puke bucket, moaning. And then threw up.
But then seemed fine. So we carried on lalalala.
(Denial? Might just be my middle name.)
[And then I let the boyz have their scheduled playdates Friday afternoon and probably infected 3 innocent children. Pass me that Mother of the Year crown, wouldya?]
In the wee hours of Saturday morning, Baby was in our bed. Complaining of a bellyache. And then HE threw up (handy-dandy puke bucket, FTW!)
But then seemed fine. So we carried on lalalala and went ahead with plans to drive to Connecticut to see my family. (My parents were going to be at my Sis's house for the weekend.)
Because what's a few germs among family, right? (I promise I had their blessing to come.)
Both Middle and Baby had little "foop" accidents that day. (You know, when you fart and a little poop comes out...)
Despite fouling Sis's bathroom though, a good time was had by all:
Sunday everybody was fine. The worst was over, wahoooo!
Sunday night, Middle was in our bed all night. Moaning and clutching his poor distended belly. And farting.
Needless to say, I didn't go to work yesterday. Middle still had a bad belly and now *I* needed to be near a toilet as well. Grrr.
What next, right?
Last night, it was Baby again. In our bed, crying profusely and pitifully, clutching his little belly. We weren't quite sure which end it was gonna come from this time...
The mouth. It came from his mouth.
At 12:30am, Hubby and I got to have that heated discussion that all working couples just looooove to have:
"I stayed home today. I can't miss another day."
"My work is crazy busy! I can't just not go in."
"Well, it doesn't make any sense for BOTH of us to be up all night, does it? So what are we gonna do?"
Baby ended up in our bed for the night with Hubby. I slept in his twin bed. Sharing a room with Middle who snored and farted for that entire 5 hours. I actually got up and went over to SMELL HIM to make sure he hadn't fouled himself, it was that bad. The room smelled like a sewerage dump.
Fun times, people, fun times.
Notice I didn't mention Eldest at all?
He's been fine.