Kill Me

That's all I could think.

Monday

Monday night

(especially monday night!)

Tuesday.

By Tuesday night (when I finally saw my husband) and he said "how are you?" my response was,

"Depressed."

Here's why:

1 full day and night of 2 kids puking

1 full day of laundry, scrubbing and cleaning

2 full days without leaving my house

2 full days of the kids cooped up in the house

I think "Kill me" and "Depressed" pretty much sum it up

But here's how it went:

Monday morning Alex and I have just left the gym (and not a moment too soon, it turns out).  We're on our way to pick up Noah at preschool when Alex stars puking - bucketfuls - in her carseat.  I had to slam on my brakes and pullover when she started choking.  I don't have a single thing to clean her up with, not even a tissue for her face.  I called a friend to see if they could bring Noah home...only to remember (after leaving a frantic message) that they're on vacation.  Nothing to do but go pick up Noah.  Alex threw up 2 more times before we got home, then fell asleep in it.  I'll spare you all the gory details of the cleanup (which included power-hosing the carseat).

Poor Alex, it went on all day and into the night.  So I let her watch "princess movies" and enjoy her pedialyte (which she didn't) to her hearts content.  

Now, besides having a very sick child, here was the problem: it's the week of Thanksgiving and Noah's birthday and I had about 8 places I needed to go and 10 billion things I needed to do.  Like THAT DAY.  One of which was the grocery store...

Paul gets home that night after a 30+ hour shift and with a terrible head cold that the kids and I had last week.  And I don't have a single thing to feed him for dinner.  Not only that, but I explain to him that he can't go to sleep just yet because Alex is puking and I HAVE to get to the store because we don't have laundry detergent or paper towels, necessary items when dealing with puke.  At least she only threw up once while I was gone (right honey?)

Paul crashes.

I watch movies with the kids.

I eventually get the kids to bed (despite the fact that Alex only wants to sleep in my arms, where she's been ALL DAY).

I go downstairs.

I come back upstairs.

And I smell it.

I run in to check on Alex, who is fine, but upset that I flipped the light on and needs to be soothed back to sleep.  So I check on Noah and find him sound asleep - surrounded by GALLONS of puke.  WHAT?!?!?!

And so the clean up begins again.  And now I am cursing bunk beds because Noah's puke is on his (top) bed, dripping down the slats onto the bottom bed and all over the floor.

When I woke Noah to move him to the couch he was so confused.  I said, "You threw up."  He looked around and said, "I did?  I thought I was just coughing."

And now I have a big dilemma known as "where are we all going to sleep???"  The kids obviously need me to sleep with them (Alex is crying every 15 minutes) and I don't want them puking in my bed.  Neither does Paul (although he probably wouldn't have even woken up).  We ended up with Alex in her old toddler bed mattress on the floor, me on the twin mattress from Noah's top bunk (after much cleaning) also on the floor, and Noah in the bottom bunk.  The three of us in the kids room.

Luckily the kids made a miraculous recovery.  There was no more puking after that.  The downside was that Alex missed her playgroup and Noah missed a friend's birthday party - and they knew it.  So they weren't too happy to stay home all day.  I spent the day de-germing our house so we'd be ready for Noah's birthday party the next day.

So...

By Tuesday night (when I finally saw my husband) and he said "how are you?" my response was,

"Depressed."

I still needed a bunch of things for Noah's party so Paul immediately sent me to Target.  Alone.  I've never been so grateful.  That 30 minute trip to Target saved my sanity.  By the time I got home I was happy, smiling, and ready to stay up late and tackle all the birthday party prep I hadn't been able to do the past 2 days.

And I did.

(Wasn't that a fun story?)