It's Friday and this week from hell is (finger's crossed) coming to an end. Ugh.
Let's start with a riddle.
What do colds with coughs and runny noses, fevers with chills and headaches, throats so sore no one will eat, puking and diarrhea (simultaneously), rashes covering tummies arms and legs, puss filled scabs circling the lips and goopy crusty eyes all have in common?
They're all in my house right now. Every person in the house is infected with something right now, and often multiple things at once.
I finally took Charlie to the doctor yesterday (with the rest of the kids in tow) because the rash and scabby face were freaking me out. We waited for 2 hours which was miserable for the kids, but I couldn't leave without an answer. Even when Quinn threw herself down in the middle of the waiting room and rolled around on the floor screaming. Nope, you're not winning. We are staying.
Turns out she had several problems going on which were unrelated.
The rash was likely a viral rash and linked to the 5 day fever fest she just got over.
The crusty, oozy scabs on her face were impetigo. It's bacterial and contagious so she was told to take the rest of the week off school.
She got an oral antibiotic as well as a topical one.
I then tortured my kids further by taking them to the passport office.
Rachel - our nanny who has been an absolute trooper this week - took them home and I went to work...Where I threw up. My project was, unfortunately, urgent so I went back to my desk to finish it. Before too long I was head on desk with my garbage can between my legs. I decided it was time to go home.
I got in my car, laid a garbage bag across the seat (just in case) and started driving. I didn't even make it out of the parking lot before I was pulled over next to a dumpster puking. Quincy called at that moment and said "Good! I need something out of the car! Glad you're here."
He came down and when he saw me he decided that I was not fit to drive the mercedes. I was downgraded to the van with no air that smells like something died in it. Literally. I had to breathe through my mouth with the windows down the whole way home.
Once home, I stumbled through the gate, plopped down in the grass, and vomited like I've never vomited before. The kids who had rushed out the door excitedly squealing "Mommy's home! Mommy's home!" were now screaming "Mommy's puking! Mommy's puking!" and running in circles with hands over mouths gagging.
I went to bed. My stomach issues continued all night just like Eloise's did a few days ago. I got up when Quincey got home to find that the kids had made me some get well cards.
Max's starts with "I wish I was sick not you Mama" which was an eery foreshadowing.
His picture at the bottom is of him bringing the puke bowl to me. :-)
Max and I ended up being puking pals last night. Quincey was a saint scrubbing puke out of carpet and rubbing backs.
Rachel isn't in today - heaven help me. The kids will all be home from school today. I'm feeling much improved this morning. Let's hope it stays that way!
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