Yep, that pretty much sums up our life lately. It started out last Thursday. Leo kept disappearing to the bathroom. Well, by Saturday night, everyone but me had went down with the nastiest stomach virus I have ever seen in my life. I went through an entire container of Tide and Clorox wipes. It was brutal in this house. Jude said it looked like a triaage in the living room. We had towels spread all of=ver the floor and a rotation of "puke buckets" scatterd about, too. Jude tured a lovely shade of green Saturday evening and went down shortly before Grier, Wyatt AND Finn went down. I was flying solo. I thought very hard about locking myself in a room and crying - only the only room that locks is the bathroom and I needed that OPEN.
I do NOT get the stomach flu. I just don't. Thurday, Friday, Saturday - I was fine. Sunday I got a little queezy, but nothing. I figured I would be fine. I warned all to stay away from our bio hazzard house. My mom dropped off supplies twice on our door step. She called to say it was there long after she drove away from our street. I don't blame her one bit. It was U.G.L.Y. in this house. As Sunday went on, everyone started to perk up a little. I thought we were in the clear. Then it happened. Monday morning came. Grier was in our bed along with Finn and Roan so I could keep the latest vicitms close. The big three kids had a free day and Jude had to get ready for work. 5am - I woke up a little achy. Attributed it to lack of sleep and 50 loads of laundry. First - Finn blew - then Grier. Jude asked if I would be okay. I assured him AI was fine. As he drove away - I knew otherwise. I called him to come home just as he walked into work. Somehow, someway - the blasted flu claimed another vicitm. I do NOT get the flu! My body ached in places I didn't know I had. WOW!! It is Friday now and I am still feeling the effects.
The house has all but been sterilized. I havd gutted and washed every nook and cranny in this place. I pray we never have to live through such hell again!!
So, on to some brighter news. Finn FINALLY rolled over last night. I of course, missed it because I ran down to do some laundry. My last baby is growing up as much as I try to fight it. It breaks my heart. I am happy, though he is moving forward. He has been so sick, that I barley can put him down these days. He is scheduled to have his tubes put in next Friday. This should resolve some of his pain issues and hopfully tone down the asthma a litttle.
My Grier turns 5 tomorrow. Don't know how that one happened. I know it sounds cliche, but the time goes by so fast. Our days are so hectic, but I do know one day I will long for all these days once again. Until then, crazy it is!!!
