It has been raining here since forever. Not West Coast-type downpours, but it's rained for the last two months straight.
Last week was brutal. JEM went out of town for the weekend, and Hops & Barley got the stomach flu in the middle of the first night. You know you're a parent when you eagerly offer up your (sadly inadequate) cupped hand for your daughter to puke in in the dark in her bedroom. Life can be pretty darn gross.
Hops & Barley barfed all night long. This sucks, is what I was thinking.
Sunday rolls around and Maxman is starting to look a little off. Hmmmm....is that a rash on his face? Yes it was, and on his back and on his chest and there was the fever on top of it all.
We went to the doctor the next day. He diagnosed it as scarlatina. It's an offshoot of Scarlet Fever caused by Strep Throat stuff, etc....Got the antibiotics and went home.
Maxman wakes up in the middle of that night puking. He pukes all night long. He even manages to hit four pillows, the duvet cover, the duvet, the sheet and the mattress pad on our bed.
I did laundry all week long.
Fast forward to Tuesday afternoon. I hadn't been feeling well all day. At around 2:30 that afternoon it finally caught me. Blechhhh!
It's taken until Sunday (today) for everything to get back to normal. The laundry alone was killing me. We had to wash all the duvets and duvet covers, sheets and an enormous amount of clothes. Hops & Barley and I went through four outfits each the first night she was sick (Little kids like to snuggle immediately after barfing, regardless of whether their face has been wiped).
Life is Good now. No more vomiting and it hasn't rained in almost 24 hours.
Note: Maxman and I like to wear our slippers. Here we are standing toe to toe.