Soo… the week hasn’t gone like I anticipated. Tuesday morning Pierce started crying that his belly hurt, and that turned into massive amounts of diarrhea. I’ll spare you the details, but just know that, as a mother of seven, I’ve dealt with a lot of it in the last 12 years… but this bug put my experience into a whole new category. Eww. Co-op was out, and we stayed home to wait out the bug.
Ellie got it next. Then Charlotte. Then they were all better, symptom free and acting well, so we kept our Thursday appointments, and then Ellie got what I thought was car sick… curvy, hilly roads and my children in the van do not get along the best. We got to smell that the 45 minutes home but she acted fine… until last night, when she threw up again, this time in her bed. Poor Liberty shares a bed with her. It’s a whole new level of eww.
So. We’re hunkered down yet again, my sanity is shot, the diaper pail has never filled up so fast, potty training is on hold, and we’re thankful for the 3,000 wipes I got from Amazon last month. Laundry abounds, school is the only thing we’ve actually accomplished this week, and the car seat that Ellie threw up in was expired and on my list of things to replace and vomit caused me to move that to the top of my list rather than try to take apart the old seat to wash it. Naps have become critical, for me and everyone else, and four days in, the kids are starting to think we’ll not make it to anything we’ve planned on for the next month.
Today, Ellie clearly feels ill. She’s marching around the living room, the bar of soap from the bathroom in her hand, singing to it at the top of her lungs.
I’ve obviously been driving home the need for soap a little hard.