Another unbelievable week at the home front. A week ago, our oldest son vomited all over his room. He was sick for a couple of days. Now he has a cold and cough. Four days ago, our baby vomited in his crib and has been having crazy, messy diarrhea ever since. I have more poop stories if you're interested. Two nights ago as I was getting ready for bed, I began vomiting. Yesterday morning, I woke HF up to see if he could take Daisy to school. He was able to pull some pants on just before running to the bathroom to puke his guts out. Last night after getting the kids to bed (after a whole day of them doing and eating whatever they wanted without parental supervision), our daughter came upstairs holding her tummy. I handed her a garbage bin and she started vomiting. We all felt fine and then BAM! It really snuck up on us. Unfortunately, HF and I will never eat Hummus again since that was the last thing we ate before going to bed.
Even though it really, really stinks having everyone sick all at once, it really hasn't been as bad as it usually is under these circumstances. The only annoying thing is, for some reason HF has been in bed for the last 48 hours while I've been cooking, cleaning, and tending to everyone's needs. I've even tried enlisting his help, but he is rendered helpless and unable. Did I mention that I was puking and having diarrhea too? Reminds me of this man cold video. Can I get an AMEN up in here?
It's kind of romantic being sick together. We haven't laid in bed all day alone since, well, since Daisy was born. For entertainment, we've been holding our very own "Biggest Loser" competition. After puking my guts out for 24 hours, I claimed a total weight loss of 5 pounds. HF claims a total weight loss of 10 pounds. Isn't it just so easy being a guy?
HF has some work related posts that he'll blog in the next day or two. I hope all you readers are staying well and flu free this winter.