Last Saturday, Eldest went to a local amusement park with kids from her Summer Camp. She had a great time but ended up getting back an hour and a half later than planned. We were all exhausted by the time we got home and I got everyone into bed as soon as possible.
Skip ahead to 2:30a. The Boy comes into my room and asked to get into bed with me. I let him for a few minutes and then sent him back to his room. I saw the light in the bathroom come on and knew he'd gone in there. All of a sudden I hear, "MOM! I'M PUKING!" ICK! I'll spare the rest of the details, but I will tell you that I didn't have a mess to clean up. Whew!
Monday evening the kids came home from the Ex's house. The Youngest wasn't feeling well: fever, sore throat, chills....sigh. I took her to the doc's on Tuesday and she has been placed on antibiotics. She'll see an ENT next month.
I honestly don't know where people get the impression that children don't share. Youngest shares her germs just fine. Today was my turn to go to the doc's to get meds. I did manage to make it into work but didn't stay for long. Came home and slept the afternoon away. I love my pillow!
All in all I really can't complain about the week. I made it through Wednesday relatively unscathed. More on that later.
