Since May 13th there has been much sickness in the Thteed household. It is slowly petering out but is certainly taking it's time.
It all started at 5 am on May 13th with the Big O puking all over the floor on my side of the bed.
I felt sorry for him but figured he would just puke once. I was oh so very very wrong. He spent all day Saturday puking everywhere. Yuck.
Theric was sick with a cold on Saturday too. I was the only healthy one. That means I took care of everyone. I suppose this was my chance to prove my worth for Mother's Day.
The Big O seemed fine on Sunday. So we all headed off for Church. Theric was also feeling much better. I was, well, exhausted but glad to be at church and see the excellent Mother's Day Sacrament program. Side note: hearing the Primary children sing made me all weepy and I realized that I can't wait till Big O is old enough to go up with the Primary and sing Mother I Love You , or I Often Go Walking to me on Mother's Day.
We returned home and The Big O started up again with the puking. Then Theric started up with it at 3 am. Once again I was spared. Thank heavens.
On Monday the puking stopped but we all had other reasons for rushing to the loo.
By Tuesday Theric was fine, I was done rushing to the loo but felt a sinus infection coming on, and poor O was having all his insides turned into yellow liquid and needing a new diaper every twenty minutes. It was truly horrible.
So, the reasons for so few posts--I have spent the last week cleaning up various excrements from a two-year-old, all while trying to fend off a cold. I am exhausted.
The cold thing finally knocked me down on Sunday May 21. I spent a very long time in bed sleeping, while healthy Theric and O attended church. I am still not all of the way better, but I am getting closer. And it now appears that the Big O is getting a cold. Will the sickness EVER end?!
On a happy note, Theric got me the two books I was missing from the Griffin & Sabine series for Mother's Day. I now have the complete set and am looking forward to reading them all in sequence. I would definitely say that I worked hard for these books, thank you Theric.
In conclusion to this rather long, gross and somewhat pointless post I will make one point:
sometimes being the Mom is not only hard work but also really gross.
sung to the tune of I Often Go Walking:
I of-ten go stepp-ing in pu-ddles of poo-oh,
And I won-der ho-ow much more he can do.
I clean up the pu-ddles the whole apartment o-ver
Dear ba-by such pu-ddles remind me of you.