*Disclaimer: don't read if you have a weak stomach and don't like hearing about disgusting illnesses of the stomach variety. * Consider yourself warned.
Note to self: The BRAT diet does not include chocolate peanut butter cup ice cream {for FHE treat}... Not the brightest idea the week we have a bunch of sickies. Chocolate was on the brain when I was at Alberstons today (well, now that it's the middle of the night..yesterday). But the kids have been okay today (and THEN it started right before my bedtime). I ASKED FOR IT! One child {Izzie}, we'll call her the 'wise and favorite child' elected not to eat it. And she wins the prize for the only one who can straight shoot it into a burp bowl. And she's 3.
Brayden...chocolate chunky pb ice cream chicken cordon bleu spaghetti squash and green bean a-la-mode...{mostly taking on the chocolate hue} ALL OVER his bathroom floor, sink, and maybe a drop in la toilette. He earns a star for at least making it to the bathroom.
I walked up the stairs after gathering more supplies to disinfect Bray's a-la-mode when I heard grunting from Kenzie's room. "mom, I threw up last night." She was delirious (poor soul) and had no idea what time it was...quarter to midnight. LOVELY. Thank my lucky stars it wasn't 2 am yet. Kenz was literally rolling in hers and didn't even try for the burp bowl sitting maybe a foot from her bed. Did we not teach puke etiquette and go over it again and again before going to bed tonight...something about complaining your tummies hurt after eating chocolate pb ice cream? Instead there's a soaked comforter, sheets, pillows, blankets, mattress pad and a quilt to show how lousy she felt {did I say lousy..I really meant LAZY}. And yup, signature chocolate brown a-la-mode. She gets a pat on the back for not leaning over the bed and showering her carpet... like I used to when I was her age. Mom & Dad remember that? Maybe Kenz and I aren't so different.
I'm walking from Brayden's room to Kenzie's room to survey the damage laughing my head off in the hallway...standing in disbelief that they are doing this all at the same time...total harmony. Of course, I'm laughing so hard that I wake up Lexie and Monson...and then I see Izzie half naked standing up doing her duty into the burp bowl. Which was NOT of the chocolate a-la-mode variety. Did I say 'favorite?' I meant it.
Not 15 minutes before these charades Viviana showed us her stuff downstairs once again. Only hers was coming from both ends...delightful sounds and aromas....and even spewing out her nose--never seen anything quite like it. Poor baby--serious tummy issues. I betcha not too many of you have had total 'harmony puking' at your house with FOUR kids at once {okay, maybe Colorado Julie had an episode like this last year}. I think the kids are in kahoots and planned this just because I needed to chill out and have a good laugh. Did I mention I got in a 'car accident' today? My nerves have been shot all afternoon {it was hardly a fender bender, but trashed my door & I was TICKED...not my fault though}. I'm waiting for Mons to declare himself. He totally wins if he can make it into the bowl since he's on the top bunk. He and Izzie can vie for that coveted prize...
I begged for a night of rest and I got it {well, sort of} last night. Laugh when it's just too overwhelming to do anything else ...it will make you feel better, pinky promise. Lysol/scrubbing bubbles and puke...not such a lovely combination. Maybe that's why they just can't stop. That, and chocolate ice cream for desert - just call me genius. I am not staying up to do all the loads that this mayhem requires. So for now, what didn't fit is sitting in the backyard, along with Vivie's business. Maybe it will scare off the mice, coyotes or whatever looms out there.
And stay far, far, far away from our house! The coast is apparently not clear yet. Lex had it last Friday, I had a scaled-down version Sat and Sun along with Vivs going for her 2nd round. Now she's on her 3rd round. I think it's gonna be long, long night and perhaps a long, long week.
Update: Curt & Monson violently joined the puke party at 3 and 4 am...the rest continued all night long. For reals, 6 of them altogether. I'm officially last man standing.
Lucky me. ..Resident clean-up crew. It's like a total freak-show gone bad over here! It's going to take DAYS to wash all this bedding! I think Lexie and I should just high-tail it out of here while we have a chance and leave the rest of the sickies to clean up after themselves! My poor family...Izzie still wins. HANDS DOWN!
{now I'm kinda worried about dehydration--really, it's not over & it's 7:30 am} It's a WICKED one. Hope you don't get it!
