Oh yeah, you guessed it. My entire little family has been paying our respects to the porcelain gods. Well, and the plastic buckets.
Conner began on Thursday and hasn't stopped. He's doing better, but we have been re-introducing liquids by the teaspoons full and food very slowly. His little tummy is taking forever to recover. My poor baby has not had a full bottle or meal since Wednesday.
It was my turn next! All night Friday, it was a party in my potty! Par-tay! Thankfully I'm doing better, but I've had a three day headache and a volcano has emerged on my face and ready to blow, due to the stress.
Mount Jennifer is ready to blow. I'm pretty sure I saw some mountain climbers hiking there way up to the top, earlier.
My knight in shining armor came to rescue, while I was sick. He took care of sicky sick baby Conner the whole time. And he does not deal with the pukes, very well.
Saturday was Cody's turn. The poor kid. Unfortunately, the "poor kid" has the worst aim of all us. I ended up having to wash his bed skirt, also. He's doing better, but I'm not letting him go to school. I'm too tired and lazy to get him up.
I'm sure you are wondering how I have managed to find the time and energy to create a new post, under these conditions. Well, I need you people! I need to read your funny anecdotes and to look at silly pictures of your kids! It's my little gift to myself, to forget about the cest pool of obnoxious smells and germs that are looming over my house. One will be smart to keep their distance, until further notice. Now excuse me please... my knight in shining armor has begun to pay his respects to the porcelain gods.
Oh heaven help us!