The tummy bugs generally follow 1 of 5 possible pathways around here.
A) Katie pukes the house down, I bathe in vomit and do 8 loads of laundry cleaning it up. I have to force her to take a shower because she's covered in vomit. No one else gets sick.
B) Katie pukes the house down, I bathe in vomit and do 8 loads of laundry cleaning it up. I have to force her to take a shower because she's covered in vomit. Holly catches it and pukes once or twice, always hitting a container unless she happens to start in her bed . Then it's 50/50.
C) Holly pukes once or twice making minimal mess. Holly doesn't sleep, not even when she's sick. Katie catches it and pukes for days like one possessed. I bathe in vomit and do 8 loads of laundry cleaning it up.
D) Maybe I get it, feel dizzy for a day, lay on the couch and whine. Sleeping with one eye open so that nobody burns the place down or eats me. Please, oh please, can't you see that Momma is SICK.
E) Very, very rare Curtis gets sick -- pukes in bowls, asks for carrots, and naps on the couch telling everyone to be quite. I tell him to sleep in the bed, the bed, the bed. I would KILL to be able to sleep in the bed when sick.
We've had something a little different this week. I woke up Wednesday morning to Holly gagging, I ran down stairs, and back up, she puked in the bowl. Then I puked cleaning out the bowl. Turns out we both had it. Fever, headache, dizzy, a couple of trips to the toilet, laying on the couch whinning, and rice for dinner. Yada, Yada, Yada . .
Yesterday the tummy bugs "jumped out of our mouths and into Katie". 48 hours later she's still going strong. She refuses to eat or drink, huddles under a blanket, and whines about feeling dizzy. We once again have conversations about dehydration and lack of food causing the same symptoms as the stomach virus. The good news is she hasn't puked anywhere inappropriate this time. Katie is a lazy puker, but I think I put the fear of God in her last time. You know, just a little motherly advice that if she ever ran around the house wallowing in her own vomit again, I'd kill her, after I made HER clean it up of course. I think it was the idea of cleaning it up herself that did it -- it's all about having the proper motivation.
I know, go ahead and say it, we puke more times in a year than you have in a lifetime. Yada, Yada, Yada. I guess we're just talented that way.
He will be home soon. At least you have that to look forward too.
Posted by: Nadera | February 22, 2010 at 12:13 PM