Sick Day

 Hannah napping after school yesterday

Lucas watching a movie with his head on my lap.

Two out of my three kids are home sick today. Lucas started throwing up Sunday night and puked off and on all day Monday. Even crackers and water didn't stay down. And he spiked a fever to go along with the throw-ups. Thankfully, by bedtime last night his fever had broken and his tummy seemed settled. He's home today mainly to rest and recover. He feels much better, ate a little breakfast, but still feels tired and weak. 

Hannah, on the other hand, came home from school yesterday saying her throat hurt and she felt awful. And she looked it too. Her eyes told the story. She promptly went to my bed, pulled up a blanket and fell asleep. I let her sleep for awhile, then I woke her up and took her to a nearby clinic (too late to get in with her pediatrician). 102 temp and a positive strep test for her. So, we grabbed her antibiotics, gave her some Tylenol, and she was basically out for the night. Today she is a tiny bit better, but still contagious, so no school for her.

With two kids at home and my schedule cleared, I had high hopes for getting a lot done today. But that never goes as planned. Here's an example from this morning of how things typically go....

*I survey the messy kitchen and think I will tackle unloading the dishwasher. But before I start, I need to pee, so I run to the bathroom really quick.

*I get to the bathroom, sit down, then glance to my right to see there is no toilet paper. No problem, I open the nearby cabinet to grab some more, but we are out there too. Deep breath, pull up my pants and go out to the garage to the shelf where I keep extra packs of toilet paper and paper towels from Sam's. 

*As I'm heading back to the bathroom to restock the toilet paper supply and go to the bathroom, Lucas yells from the living room, "Mom! Ellie (our black cat) is about to throw up on the carpet!!!" I drop the toilet paper and run into the living to just in time to gently toss Ellie off the brand new rug and onto the stained concrete floor (much easier to clean). She proceeds to vomit up part of her last meal. 

*New mission: clean cat puke. You see, while easier to clean than carpet, cat barf is highly acidic so if it sits on the concrete for a long time, it eats away at the stain. So prompt clean up is the way to go. 

*As I'm finishing up cleaning the floor, Hannah (remember she's sick) says, "Mom, can you start a bath for me please? I think that will help me feel better." Sure, kid. Run a bath with bubbles. 

*Walk back into the kitchen, see the full dishwasher and think, "Oh yeah! I was going to unload that." Let me run and pee really quick.....