It all started Wednesday evening. I got a bad case of the aches and shakes, rendering me useless in my Mom duties. Camilla kindly offered to crack eggs for dinner and managed french toast and scrambled eggs for everyone. I supervised in the kitchen until the cooking was over and left them to eat while I lied on my bed listening. When they were finished the older two unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher while the younger two went down to clean the basement. I smiled as I listened to them, eyes closed. Fin ran into my room a couple of times and then ran out and exclaimed, "Yep! She's sleepin'!" They spoke in hushed tones as they discovered the four chocolates left in a bag in the cupboard. "There's enough for each of us!" they all whispered. "But then Mom won't get one....She can have mine," added Hyrum. Such a sweet boy he is. He and Camilla ended up splitting one and leaving the last one for me to eat when I felt better.
Mr. Stannix came home early to help me put the littles to bed. I soaked in a warm bath filled with epsom salts and essential oils and then tucked into bed. Just as we were falling asleep I heard a heave and a splat. "Someone just barfed," I said. Mr. Stannix tried to assure me that if someone had indeed thrown up they would be crying for help. My mom senses were tingling, "I'm pretty sure someone just barfed." Sure enough a few minutes later, Hyrum appeared at our bedside, "Mom, I threw up....."
He managed to get his bed, and two spots on his floor. Mr. Stannix and I worked together to quickly get it taken care of. Before long he was tucked back into a fresh bed with a puke bucket nestled in beside him. I went back to bed with a heat bag and shook until I fell asleep.
In the morning the older two were not looking so good. Camilla lamented that they would miss the ugly sweater day at school. Just as Daddy made his way to the door in his shiny work shoes Camilla came running down the stairs to beg for a blessing (she hates puking) and started dry heaving over his shoes. She thankfully made it to the bathroom, and Daddy and I giggled over the near miss as he said good-bye.
While I was upstairs she did manage to barf on the carpet just outside her room. Joe ran up to tell me all about it and added that he stepped in it. Great! A second puke bucket was handed out and we all spent the morning in our jammies surrounded by baking soda on the puke puddled carpets.
I grabbed a bag of broth from the freezer and started some homemade soup for the sickies. Hyrum wandered upstairs and sat at the table and began spouting off things he learned at school. "Did you know three and three is six? And four and two is six? Six is an even number..... Less is more in art, Mom." I smiled up at him from the counter as it became apparent that he was indeed feeling better.
The three boys sipped their soup while discussing alternatives to "bad" words. "Instead of saying that, I just say holy cow..." suggested Hyrum. Finley immediately piped into the coversation, "OH my COW!" over and over and over.
After lunch the boys went down to play. Fin and Joe were rough housing around on the couch and one of them ended up crying. I went down just in time to watch Finley upchuck all over the livingroom carpet. I tried to catch it in my hands, ya know, to save the poor carpet from yet another puddle of puke, but I was too late (or there was too much). It was off to a bath and bed for him.
Since Ollie got it last week, and Daddy's been fighting it off and on all week, the only one left is Joe.
The rest of the day was filled with more puking and sleeping. A friend dropped by a bottle of ginger ale and saved the day. By dinner the older two were feeling much better. They were all pretty happy to tuck into bed for the night and rest up. Thankfully it's a quick one! And thankfully it didn't come on Christmas. I will be glad when this week is over though!
I grabbed a bag of broth from the freezer and started some homemade soup for the sickies. Hyrum wandered upstairs and sat at the table and began spouting off things he learned at school. "Did you know three and three is six? And four and two is six? Six is an even number..... Less is more in art, Mom." I smiled up at him from the counter as it became apparent that he was indeed feeling better.
The three boys sipped their soup while discussing alternatives to "bad" words. "Instead of saying that, I just say holy cow..." suggested Hyrum. Finley immediately piped into the coversation, "OH my COW!" over and over and over.
After lunch the boys went down to play. Fin and Joe were rough housing around on the couch and one of them ended up crying. I went down just in time to watch Finley upchuck all over the livingroom carpet. I tried to catch it in my hands, ya know, to save the poor carpet from yet another puddle of puke, but I was too late (or there was too much). It was off to a bath and bed for him.
Since Ollie got it last week, and Daddy's been fighting it off and on all week, the only one left is Joe.
The rest of the day was filled with more puking and sleeping. A friend dropped by a bottle of ginger ale and saved the day. By dinner the older two were feeling much better. They were all pretty happy to tuck into bed for the night and rest up. Thankfully it's a quick one! And thankfully it didn't come on Christmas. I will be glad when this week is over though!
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