a good man

For the past two nights and days, our house has been plagued by the stomach bug. It all began with Max who was up the majority of Thursday night vomiting everywhere imaginable...3 complete bed changes later (oy vey! the laundry!) and he was on the mend come Friday and good as new Friday night. To try and stave off this nastiness and save the rest of us from getting this bug, I quarantined Max from the other kids for most of the day. Embarrassingly, I also admit that in a desperate attempt to stay well, I even tried that crazy onion trick (you know, the one were you slice an onion and stick it in each "sick" room to ward off/absorb the sickness--well, spoiler alert! it did nothing more than make my house stink like onion! don't laugh, I was desperate and trying to be holistic---whatevs!) So, Friday comes and goes and we are all good, no puke to speak of...until around midnight...and it is Michael's turn...he is a very dramatic puker, proclaimed a couple of times that he was dying (poor baby!) and wanted to be someone else (so sad!) and he somehow managed to cover any territory missed by his brother the previous night, twin power!! (note: my laundry room is overflowing with pukey sheets, towels and superhero pj's!). Mike got it bad, my child who is up like clockwork at 6:02 every morning and then continues to moves a mile a minute, laid in his bed until about 11am...we were worried. But, before we could become too concerned about Mike in bed, puke apparently begets puke and it was Anna's turn! She came running into the kitchen stripped down to her pajama bottoms (because she was feeling hot) and then without a moments notice...projectile...all over...she hit me! About 10 minutes later, it was my turn. I tried to keep it together, tried just hangin' out on the couch, mind over matter my mantra, but before long, this mom was out for the count...and I have been writhing in bed with a nasty stomach bug ever since!

I rarely get sick, and when I do, I never retreat to my bed... I always manage to hold it together and somehow get through, especially when my kids are sick!! Well, not this time, I had no choice, I was completely knocked on my ass (for the second time this week, the first time, I literally fell square on my butt shoveling icy snow..fun times.) I told Mitia, my dear, sweet man, that I needed about an hour to rest...that was at noon, it is now 9:30 and I am just sitting up, sipping water, enjoying a popsicle...and finally keeping it down (sorry, TMI, I know). I know I should not have to make special mention of the fact that he held it together today, after all he is their Dad and that is part of his job. Today, however, I just have to give him props because besides a kiss good night from my babes and assurances that I was, in fact, not dying, I didn't hear a peep out of them all day!! He somehow manage to keep them away from my room AND quiet all day!! I am sure the fact that 2 out of the three were not feeling all so well had something to do with it, and honestly, I am not sure I want to know what they did all day, but in any event, I am grateful!! He emptied their little puke buckets, rubbed their backs, made them toast, rationed out teaspoons of water and well, was the most amazing nurturer today! Hooray for a good man!
Things I Like...my good man!