The yucks

By a show of hands - who is tired of hearing my multitude of stories about puke and poop? Raise them higher - I can't see you. Oh well - if you are, quit now.

This week I have done a load of dirty sheets every morning. Why? you ask. Because my son keeps pooping out of his diaper. Lovely. Poop I can handle. No problem. But last night after checking on DD, I heard DS coughing in his room. Having just checked on him and seen no problems, I thought I would go back and make sure he was okay. Oh, he was so NOT okay. His bed was filled with puke and he was lying smack in the middle of it. I got as close as I could without throwing up myself and then patiently waited for Daddy to get back from walking the dog. DH cleaned up the puke and I cleaned up the boy. EW!

When we went to bed we jokingly said, set the alarm for 3am so we can check and make sure there are no surprises in the morning. Well, at 2:45 a little girl's voice was heard saying, "Mommy, I'm really very thirsty". Meanwhile, I'm still trying to figure out where this voice is coming from - I was in the middle of a very confusing dream, and we had just rearranged our bedroom, so the bed was in a new location and I was just very disoriented. Anyway - got DD her drink and put back to bed, and since it was almost 3, I checked on DS. Snoring away, no puke in sight.

DH checked on the boy again before he left for work - congested, but no puke.

When I got him this morning - puke in the bed, on this clothes (cause I was out of jammies!), in his hair. You name it, there is was. Man, did he smell. But he is in good spirits. Which I totally can't understand, cause when I feel poorly, the last thing I want to do is run around and play games. But, then, I'm not 1 anymore.

I'm tired of doing laundry.