Other titles I thought about using for this post:
Puke and Poop
Sick of Sick
Yuck
Contamination Station
Quarantined
Molly - She threw up when we returned home from Whytnee's bridal shower yesterday (Molly and I went with Mary to the shower in American Fork). She puked once in the garage and once in the house. It was bad. She required a bath. I required a shower. (Luckily it was not in the car and not on the carpet, right?) She seemed to perk up a little and have a good nap.
We decided we'd try to get to our Petersen Family Photo Session in the afternoon. My sister has had it scheduled for quite some time. Molly puked in the car. We turned around (though my sister did decide to keep the appointment and got some good results ).
We got home and cleaned up again and she seemed to be doing better . . . until she puked again. And again. And again. And again. The carpet needed a bit of scrubbing. Jack had to be sent to his bed with some toys for a little while to A) keep him away from the messes I was trying to clean up and B) keep him from tumbling down the stairs while I wasn't able to really pay attention to him.
This morning she seems to be doing much better. She slept for quite a long stretch last night and was able to eat a little bit today. Let's hope it was just the 24-hour gunk.
James - During the night, he got sick and was battling selling the Buick on both ends. Though I'm a terrible wife and didn't really notice him up all night, he said he was up every hour. He had appointments he had to pick up for work today, too. He's been miserable.
Aside from his appointments and an hour he spent in charge while I went to teach our primary lesson, he's been resting and drinking fluids. Hopefully he is alive when I go wake him up in a few minutes to tell him to go to his last diabetic patient visit for the day.
Jack - He has had a cold off and on for just about ever now. Today he is happy an super great, but keeps pooping like crazy. I swear I have changed his diaper 100 times.
Me - I have had a bad cold for more than two weeks now and I just can't seem to kick it. I even stole the humidifier from Molly and Jack's room last night to put it by me (it obviously helped because I slept all night and didn't notice James up.) When I woke up, my head was pretty clear for once, but it felt like all my gunk had moved to my lungs. For a few hours, I thought maybe I had pneumonia but then decided I didn't. I'm sick, but mostly just sick of being sick.
This too shall pass. We will live. (I'm just really sick of cleaning it all up.)
