I mentioned before that we've all been sick in one way or another since the week before Christmas. Passing it back and forth. Stomach bugs, nasty colds and coughs, sore throats, sinus infections, repeat.
With everyone seemingly on the mend, and the fact that I had gone to bed at 8 o'clock on Tuesday night, I thought I would stay up and watch a little TV after everyone went to bed last night. The dog and I snuggled on the couch and I watched the last 3 episodes of The Closer that I had DVR'd.
It was just before midnight when Puddin Pop started screaming for me. She was crying and still half asleep. She had no idea why she was crying, "I'm sad." was all I could get out of her. I got her calmed down and then went to put the dog in her kennel. When I opened PP's door Charly (the dog) came rushing in and jumped on the bed. This sent PP back into scream and cry mode. I picked the dog up and told PP I was taking Charly downstairs and I'd be right back. Got the dog in her kennel and then smelled Poo. Found the poo and was cleaning it up when PP started screaming for me again. Finished the poo cleanup and ran back upstairs so as to prevent PP from waking handsome. Took 30 minutes to get her to stop crying and fall back asleep.
15 minutes later....
"Mom?" I get up and go to Handsome's room. "What is it baby?" "I threw up." I flip on the light and sure enough he is covered in vomit. I get him to the tub. He's usually pretty good about getting sick in the toilet, or at least has enough advanced warning to request a bowl. Not last night. I asked what happened and he replies, "I had to throw up. I tried to get up but then I just threw up. I tried to get up again but just threw up again...and again. Then I was so tired I just had to lay down." Poor guy was covered. It was even in his hair. Mentioning that he had eaten spaghetti with strawberry milk for dinner may be too much information, but I'll say it anyway.
Get him cleaned up and tucked away in "the big bed" with a bowl. Get his sheets in the wash and come back upstairs. PP is coughing so hard she's starting to gag and I'm rushing to her side with her trash can. She falls back to sleep and Handsome throws up again. He makes it into the bowl but then let's us know he accidentally pooped while he was throwing up. This goes on between the two of them until 6am when they both finally are in a restful sleep...and then the dog is up and barking to go out. I stumble down the stairs, let her out, re-wash the bedding from Handsome's bed, make some coffee and get ready to start my very long day. It really makes me wonder how working Mom's do it. If I worked outside the house I would have already missed 9 days, since the week before Christmas, taking care of sick kids. Fired for sure.
How do they/you do it?