Today started pretty good.
A nice cool walk in the drizzly gray, some hot coffee waiting at home. We had breakfast, did laundry, had lunch, did laundry...And then it hit. About one O'clock, the body fluids and semi-solids started flying, every five minutes a new eruption, and it didn't let up until SEVEN.
All three girls, totally miserable. Every blanket and pair of pajamas we own, in the washpile. The couch, the carpet, EVERYTHING is soaked.
The good news is, the dryer has been running non-stop, so we have a very comfortable level of warmth and humidity going. I may be puking my guts out tomorrow, but by god, my pores look FABULOUS.
They are now burrowed under the covers in my bed, totally exhausted and hopefully sleeping. I sigh loudly every now and then, to remind Mr. Legs how much I've suffered. He brought canned soup home so I wouldn't have to cook, and Dr. Pepper without being asked. He's a good guy.
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Oh my poor dear! I hope everyone is feeling better by the time you get this and I REALLY hope that somehow it passes you over.
Yay for modern appliances, no? Can you even imagine having to do all that crap by hand?!?! That would be so gross...
Glad to hear the house is warming and you have clean pores. = ) It's the little things, ne? Still whole bunches of nothing going on here. I did win an all-crew dorky trivia contest (mostly cause I can type faster than the obligatory sysadmin they make fly with us) and learn to read numbers in binary and octal. So at least it wasn't a total waste.
Hope to see you and your soon. We love ya!
-A
Hello leggyloser. Long time listener, first time caller.
Just wanted to give you some props for handling bi-directional output, and with such compassion.
I had a similar situation hit my poor stomach when I was a kid and my father came up with a great idea. It was January, so he gave me his warmest/rattiest coat and a bucket. Then he sent me to the outhouse. The bucket was to make sure the outhouse would stay clean. The sending me outside was for the rest of the family. That way they could continue about their day without any auditory, optical, or olfactory input from my stomach. It wasn't the most pleasant experience but I can tell you this. After the first hour you get used draft.
So super props, not only were(are) you handling it, you managed to keep all your children indoors at the same time.
And just remember, you'll back on these days with fondness....just kidding! We'll keep praying that the virus skips you; moms shouldn't get sick, they have too much work to do!
Glad your house is warmed from your dryer. ;)
Look, you LOOK back on these days....Sheesh. You'd think I could proof-read better than that!
Oh, my goodness, I was re-reading your latest post (fangirl much?) and realized that a possible reason for no new postage is that you're puking your guts out. I hope that's not the case, I hope your pores still look fabulous and that you are just so busy being the enrgetic ball of organizational wood-restoring mom-ness that you are, you simply have not found time to fill in your fans on your latest. HOWEVER, if you are puking your guts and/or intestines out, I hope you feel better very soon and that you get some well-deserved rest.
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