My kids have been sick this week. Birthdays and Easter and LIFE IN GENERAL had to be postponed.
My 3 year old literally vomited non-stop for 2 days, then had explosive diarrhoea for 3 days. He puked and pooed on EVERYTHING. His bed, my bed. His clothes, my clothes. The floor, the rugs, the couch, the car, the patio, the garden, the cupboards, the wall! One after the other. It was like a comedy act :
We’d wake up 6am in the morning and Oh look, there’s poo all over Callum and his bed! We clean him up. Soak his clothes. Give him clean clothes. Move him to the lounge room. Clean up his bed, blankets and pillows. Air the room. Put on a load of washing…
Then, Oh look, he’s puked on the couch! We clean him up. Give him clean clothes. Sit him at the dinner table with some dry cracker biscuits and water. Take the covers off the couch. Wash the covers. Hang up the bed sheets. Roll up the rugs. Mop the lounge room floor. Make myself a cup of tea…
Then, Oh look, he’s puked up all over himself, the table AND the floor. He also says he’s really hungry, tired and sore. And damn, his bed isn’t ready and his room still smells like shit.
And did I mention I had a 1 year old who just woke up, pooed his pants and needed his breakfast as well?
So. People ask me, how was my Easter? I say with a weak smile, Oh. Fine. How was yours?