Puke, Puke & More Puke...............

I know - it sounds gross - but it's the reality of what's been going on in our house for a week now. Monday night, Maci wakes up puking, so I get up, get all the stuff out of her crib and wash it, change her clothes and get her back to bed. Next day, she feels better, Kole pukes all over the floor. It doesn't seem to phase him, because about ten minutes after he pukes he is running around playing and screaming "Eat, Eat." All this time I, who am not normally worried about germs, am lysoling everything I see, washing my hands every time I touch Kole or Maci, washing sheets and pillowcases everytime someone lays on them for more than an hour, just praying I won't get sick. I kept Koby out of school Tuesday, just in case he was contagious and then waited to see who was next. Wednesday, Kole had the runs all day, but there was no puke. So Thursday, since Koby hasn't caught it yet, I assume he's not going to and send him to school. Thursday afternoon, I pick him up from school, he comes in and takes a nap and you've probably guessed it by now, he wakes up PUKING! In case you didn't know, a five-year-old's puke is much worse than a 1 or 2 year old's puke. It was disgusting. I saw chunks of stuff and asked him what he ate for snack time at school - batman gummies. Yeh, they came back up. Okay, so I mopped the floor, washed the sheets, changed his clothes and an hour later, he pukes again. So I go through the same routine again and an hour later, here it comes again. Same routine, mop, wash, change clothes. Oh, and don't forget lysol, except by now I am out because I have used a whole can in two days. I pile all the kids in the car and go to the dollar store because I've got to get sprite, saltines and a jumbo can of lysol. Sidenote - Troy has had an extremely busy work week so I've mostly been on my own, so yes, I had to take the sick kids to the store with me. Besides, it's hard to get anyone to come babysit puking kids - they don't want to get sick either. Okay, so Friday, there is no puke, just the runs with Kole. Saturday at 6 am, Kole is crying. I'm thinking, "he can just cry because I am not getting out of bed this early, I am exhausted." Well, he doesn't stop after 30 minutes, which is unusual, so I go check on him. I open the door, and the overwhelming smell of puke comes over me. He has thrown up all in his crib. So I go through the routine again, he acts like he's okay all day and then Sunday morning, I wake up to him crying at 6 am again and that's right, he's puked everywhere again. Go through the routine, he seems to be fine yet again. Troy wakes up with the runs and chills and so I put him on the couch with soup, saltines, advil, and berry blue kool-aid. In the midst of all this, Saturday, my dryer breaks, so at this point, I'm tossing the puky sheets on my back deck so I don't have to smell them. Sunday, I borrowed my neighbor's dryer until Troy feels well enough to fix ours. As a final note, one night I was feeling sorry for myself and I thought to myself, "a caramel sunday from McDonalds would just make everything better and let's face it, I deserve it after this horrible week." So I head to McDonalds, wait in line for the drive-thru and when I finally get up there, there's a sign on the speaker that says the ice cream machine is broken! I decided at that point to just accept the fact that sometimes nothing goes right and I should just be thankful we're all alive. Well, that's what's going on in Arkansas - sorry for the gross blog - if you've made it to the end of this, you must be bored. I just thank the Lord I haven't gotten it................................yet.