Hell (you truly don't know till you cry.)

I think "Hell" sums up this week.

First, I was sent off to my mother in laws because my wonderful family left me! So off I go- back into un-childproofed realms. Then someone close to my in-laws passed away, that night to get us away we went to DQ and then to a park to let the boys run around. They really really like parks.

Then comes the end of the day. We are all getting snug in our beds- I on my phone my husband watching TV with the in-laws when our Big pukes all over the bed. Oh Great. Here I sit thinking we had a stomach virus when in all reality its probably food poisoning. You see- my Little had a vomiting episode a few days earlier. However, the Little also popped in some new teeth.


So we get everyone cleaned up, put a bowl by the bed and I get to hardly sleep all night because every sigh and I'm wide away afraid he's going to puke again. My Big was so pathetic- literally I dont think he was awake for most of it. When morning comes he doesn't feel well but has stopped throwing up, he also has no appetite.

Well that's when I get a stomach ache. Any parent knows when your kid gets sick- you're basically guaranteed a go at it too. I manage to only just have the stomach ache because I didn't eat anything. by 5 pm the Husband has the stomach ache- and by 9pm/10 he's bowing to the porcelain god too.

I was determined by hell or high water to be home Friday evening. So, I piled everyone in the car and drove as fast as I could home. Myself still with decreased appetite, Husband was feeling better and the kids were just cranky. Well, lo and behold everyone (minus the little) has had "intestinal distress" for days now. At going on a week we gave the Little some Pedialite and little did we know- you should not give the advance care to milk sensitive kids. So more vomit for us (yay!)

On top of the intestinal distress, my little came down with a cold and shared with his brother. So here I sit. 1 am, waiting for my husband to make the Big some nuggets (because he was not hungry for dinner and did not eat his lunch) Coughing like no other. There is no sleep for the wicked.

When Jimmy called me because the Little was vomiting I just about cried. A week of vomit and poop. A week of egg gas and farting and just god awful smells of this probable food poisoning. Today, I'm at my wits end. Both kids are clingy and crabby and I can only take so much before I'm literally going insane. Lucky for us it was just a side effect of us trying to hydrate the kids, but still.

I'm over colds.
I'm over poop.
I'm over vomit.
I'm over clingy kids.

O.V.E.R.