It started with Jakob's sickness. Which spread quickly to Brock. Then Troy, who never actually threw up, but he had a few diaper blowouts. Ivy was next, and she got double lucky with blowouts and the barfies.
Next was me. Yee-haw. It's one thing to take care of sick kids, but to try and take care of sick kids while sick, well, that's fun in and of itself. I'm sure you've all been there; heck, I've been there before. But when you're going through it, it's like it's a new thing, and you don't know how you're going to manage or balance or even find the strength to change the sheets or run the laundry.
Luckily, mine only lasted for about 24 hours, where I felt mostly good by Sunday night. Still nauseous here and there, but not bad. And I never did throw up, but just felt like I was going to at any minute.
On top of the sickness, I've come down (up?) with some sort of rash. It started on Friday, with my tummy, then has spread quickly to my back, and now it's going down my legs, my arms, and up my neck. I have no idea what I came in contact with that gave me a rash, and neither did the doctor. Now I have medicine to hopefully clear it up, but it's starting to itch. Fun times at the Nat Pack's house.
Oh, and Pete got sick yesterday, after we went to the Wolverine movie. Good movie, by the way, at least what I heard of it. We took all the kids during Ivy's nap. The poor girl got shots that morning, and against my better judgment we took her to the theatre, where it was a wrestling match the whole time. I'd finally get her to sleep, go to sit down in my squeaky chair, and she'd wake up and start wailing in my ear, until I stood up again with her. At least we only disturbed 5 or 6 other people besides ourselves.
Adding to the sickness, or maybe because of the sickness, I've just felt...inadequate. Or sad. Or tired. I'm not really sure, and right now is probably not the best time to figure it out as I've had little sleep during the night. (Up with Ivy and Pete, and then the medicine kind of makes you stay awake, too. I'm going to be loving this coming week, I can feel it!) It's like, I can't do anything right. Case in point: the kids wanted to swim on Saturday, so I got the pool out, but then started feeling sick and didn't bother to lotion up their little backs. I have three lobster children now. That's bad parenting for you right there. Or I'm getting food for the kids, but I'm not getting it fast enough. The whining and fighting and yelling... I feel like I've been constantly cleaning my kitchen, but it's still a mess. Don't even get me started on laundry; I think Ivy's whole wardrobe is downstairs in the laundry basket. It's seems as if every time I try harder to get on top of my cleaning, or be a loving mom, or be a great wife, the worse it becomes, the more I fail. Like walking uphill in sand.
Well, I need to get going. I have a few bathrooms to clean, and groceries to buy, and clothes to fold. I just wanted/needed to complain for a bit.