That may sound a bit dramatic…the plague but we seriously can’t seem to kick this stomach bug the kids have. It started Saturday around dinner. Birdie got sick but said she felt completely fine. I had just made her drink a lot of water because she said she had a headache. She felt fine the rest of the night and was her normal bubbly self so we just thought her getting sick was the result of too much water. But Sunday morning was a different story. She got sick again, had no appetite, and just felt really run down. And then there were two when it hit little Evie on Sunday. The pitiful look of disappointment Birdie had on her face when we told her she wouldn’t be going to school on Monday was heart breaking.
By Tuesday, I felt like I had put in a full week already. My hands were almost raw from the constant hand washing because if there’s one thing worse than taking care of your kids while they are sick it’s taking care of the kids while you are sick. I had spent most of Sunday and especially Monday chasing the kids around with the bucket and then cleaning the floor when they never made the bucket. And I don’t know about you, but my kids take great offense when I gently remind them they need to have a bucket nearby when they’re sick. They get indignant! They are not sick! You could have fooled me kids!
Then there’s the washing and re-washing of so. much. laundry! Multiple loads of clothes and bed linens and blankets. Birdie wasn’t sick all day Monday and Evie was slowly starting to feel better. I thought we were over the worst of it so on Tuesday I deep-cleaned the house and tried to disinfect all of the surfaces. I was worn out but it was ok. We were getting back to normal. It had been over 24 hours since anyone had been sick and Birdie was going to get to go to school.
Wednesday and we’re all fine. The kids are still a bit worn out but that’s to be expected. Then this morning Evie got sick again! You have got to be kidding me! So I am sorry to anyone that we may have come in contact with yesterday and praying that you don’t get sick.
In the meantime, I’ve got my Lysol back out and washing my hands a ridiculous number of times. I’ll be cleaning everything again and chasing Evie around with a bucket. But at least I’ll be getting my cardio in.