Family Update
My family is still sick.
I got sick last Thursday and today (WEDNESDAY!) I’m finally feeling better. I’ve had severe diarrhea.
Jamie stayed home with Lincoln on Monday because of his fever. I’m staying home with Grace today because of her fever. I’m not sure how Vaughn and Gavin are feeling. Now that they are potty-trained they just go and I usually don’t know until I here the toilet flush. But neither have pooped their pants in a day or two…so they may be finally over it.
Two nights ago Lincoln pooped his pants. How did I know? Did he tell me? No, he took his pants off to go to the bathroom and I heard Gavin start crying. He had stepped it. He was crying because it was smooshed between his toes. So I cleaned Gavin. Then the floor. Then Lincoln. Then the potty chair. Then I put them to bed – because it was time anyway. And then Gracie came screaming…Mommy, there’s poop in the family room.
THAT’S when I had my breakdown. THAT’S when I started crying. I’m on my hands and knees with paper towels and Lysol 3 in 1, wiping up poop, crying. It was all over my hands. There was a path dribbled through the family room. Seriously…how do people with carpet do it. THIS is the EXACT reason I told Jamie we needed hardwood floors when we built this room. I remember saying: carpet is more comfortable…but our boys are not potty trained.
Last night, we had to wake Lucy up from her nap to eat supper around 7:30ish. She said she was sick to her stomach. When we told Grace to come eat she said she was sick to her tummy too. So she kept playing. Running around the house, doing flips, whatever. Paul said, “Grace, how’s your tummy?” Her face turned from smile to instant frown and she muttered out that it doesn’t feel good as she held it with her hands. But then she was off…this time to the exersaucer we have sitting in the Living Room for the garage sale. She dives in head first and starts spinning. I ask her how her tummy is. Smile off. Frown on. Hands to tummy. “Not good.” So…wouldn’t you think she was faking too? Next thing you know she jumps up from Jenny’s lap, heads to the bathroom and starts puking her guts out. Really, I should have known when she passed up food that she really was sick.
