March was not a fun month. The stomach flu hit everyone but Eric, and all of the kids twice.
If we set aside the fact that I was VIOLENTLY ill (it’s like this virus inserted a devil spawn soundtrack into my body to play during the worst parts) and just look at what the parents of three children who each got the stomach flu twice have to go through you would find:
- a ridiculous amount of laundry including their bedding, your bedding, their clothing and your clothing.
- that children under the age of three are not old enough to throw up into the toilet (until they start getting used to the vomiting). Quinn yelled “NO!! I DON’T NEED TO PEEEE!” at me as I attempted to get him to throw up in the toilet instead of on me, again.
- When children are ill they want their mother. Sometimes to cuddle with, sometimes to cry on, and seemingly often to projectile vomit onto.
- It is very unwise to investigate why your child has announced they are all wet in the middle of the night in the dark with your hand. Also, don’t lean in to smell what the problem is before fully coming awake.
I have more, but I will spare you the rest.
After illness number four or so I announced I wanted a “motherhood is glamourous” t-shirt to wear while dealing with this stuff. I mean – that shirt would DESERVE to be puked on I think. And you know what? I googled it and couldn’t find one – so I made one. You can buy one if you want – you’re welcome
March is now over but on March 31 it gave me a last little kick to the head with a computer virus. Thankfully Eric know what to do in such situations.
The March 31 – April 2 weekend (we made it a long one) has been one of the nicest I’ve experienced in forever. So I forgive you March, and look forward to a much better April. I think I’m still going to get that shirt though.