Chichi has been a little under the weather this week, mostly in a good mood, but turning out some pretty gross diapers. Yesterday as hubby walked in the door, I jumped up, told him that I seemed to have Chichi's disease, and ran for the washroom in the basement. Welcome home, honey! It all went downhill from there.
I had taken to the guest room to stay out of the way, and Chichi was ready for bed, so all that hubby had to do was contend with Pumpkin. Except things didn't go that way. First off, Chichi's soother was missing, so she was freaking out in her crib. Hubby, in a mild panic, told me that he couldn't find her 'owie'. Owie is the word used by my friend's son for his blanket, and is not a word typically used around here. Our blankets are 'giki's', and our soothers are soothers. Regardless, I was looking for the wrong thing while intermittently running to the washroom.
Meanwhile, back in Pumpkin's world, she had gone to bed complaining of a sore tummy, which culminated in her pretty much painting her bed and the walls with the contents of her stomach. She was really upset, so I set in motion the cleaning process, while also looking for a blanket that wasn't lost, while continuing to intermittently run to the nearest washroom. Both kids were crying, while we tried to get it together. Hubs called my mother to see if she knew where the owie was, but her reply was, "Leave me alone! I'm busy throwing up!" Virus confirmed.
It had finally happened to me. This was the low point in parenting that I had read about in books that was supposed to be a story reserved for fiction, or at least something that only happened to other people. I guess we had a good, long vomit-free stretch, if nothing else.
Eventually, Hubby said he was going out to buy an owie, which seemed odd, so I figured out that he meant a pacifier, which I was able to produce within ten seconds. Ok, I had one down. Then it was on to cleaning Pumpkin's mess, which proved to be a never ending battle as the night went on.
If you happen to have the storage space, I highly recommend that you purchase three or four discount beds-in-a-bag for just such an occasion. I cannot believe the amount of linens we have gone through over here! The washing machine has been running since about 9pm last night, and it will probably be running until bedtime tonight.
Forgive me for not having posted yesterday.
4 comments:
Oooo you poor things, get better soon!!
I'm so sorry! That happened once to me! Three sick kids at once!! I feel your pain!!!
I'm really sorry to hear about this! I feel for you...
Hilarious thought to see Hubby saying owie though...never thought he picked up on my son's terminology. Too bad it was used in the wrong way.
I'd say I'll be over to help, but I'm not coming near till everything is certainly all clear...been there, done that and don't want a repeat.
Oh no! What an ordeal. I'm sorry to hear you and the girls are so sick. This is the same plague that we were hit with last year, also in the first week of January, coincidentally. History seems to be repeating itself... Baby B woke up at 2am this morning because he had vomited... and he proceeded to do so every half hour for the rest of the night. Just waiting until it's my turn. I have a sinking feeling my b-day plans will be cancelled this weekend...
Misery loves company :) Feel better soon!
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