I know that you are probably all tired of hearing about my sick kids but I can’t help myself. I must talk about it again. Claire came down with the stomach flu yesterday, Marin this afternoon and then Katie this evening. Thank God they staggered it a bit. Claire was doing better by the time the other two starting getting sick. My house has turned into a vomitorium. Not the fictional ancient Roman kind, more the you shouldn’t walk around in socks kind.
When Claire first got sick she was fighting it and trying to not throw up a second time. I tried to explain the mechanism of stomach flu.
Me- “You know, your tummy is trying to get rid of the stuff that needs to go so that you can feel better. Your tummy is saying, “Uh-oh, we’ve got a problem here and we need to get rid of this stuff.”
Claire- “Uh, yeah, I noticed.”
Marin has all the stomach flu symptoms and has had to make multiple trips to the potty. She has done a great job and hasn’t had an accident, which I find a little surprising for a 2 and a half-year-old. The only problem she has had is the tendency to throw up on the kitchen floor as she makes the trek to the bathroom. Poor Marin is really worn out. After a recent trip to the bathroom, she brought me a square of toilet paper saying, “Wipe my butt, please.”
I’m going to resist the urge to list off all the items that have been thrown up on in the last 24 hours. Trust me though. It could rival a frat party.