What kids bring home from daycare...

How can it be?? How can such a little boy create such havok!?! Nothin' like a little stomach flu to brighten your weekend. I have the gag reflex of a first trimester pregnant woman (no clues, it's just an analogy folks!) - so watching, witnessing, cleaning up after, stomach flu 'messes' is not exactly a lot of fun. Then again, I suppose if you had the stomach of a shark - it still wouldn't be fun.

It's one thing to watch a little one go through such torment. But exactly why did I think I would be immune to such bugs?? My mother's well put advice about pre-emptive Pepto doses was just a little too late. Before I knew it - I was worshiping the porceline goddess, and so was Craig. Of course - we were trying to take turns in our one bathroom house. Ever setting an example for sharing. Emmett, being over the worst, lay blissfully asleep in his bedroom. The worst part was when he woke up! Energetic kid versus very sick parents. My normal bouncey kid, and his parents unable to move from constant ab workouts in the oh-so-abnormal way. It's one thing to know you look like... well.. ya don't look good. But when you're three year old asks "you ok, Umma?" you know you've got problems! Thank the LORD for parents close by. Grandma and Grandpa to the rescue! I haven't been that exhausted since...well, the day we arrived home from Korea.

The carnage you ask? Well, all things considered, we've survived. Two days off from daycare for Emmett, one day of missed work for Craig and I, and about half a dozen garbage bags. The washing machine has had quite a workout - my bathroom has almost more clorox cleaning solution on it than tile, and I must call up and personally thank whomever invented the clorox wipes. Thank you - whoever you are!

Well, on the other side of the illness, I can say I'm glad to be functioning. The appetite is long gone - I don't want ice cream for a while now (last thing eaten before onset). I'm pretty sure I've lost a few pounds over the whole thing - all my pants keep sliding down! But I'll tell ya - give me the pounds if it means I can avoid THAT!