screw you flu

Yet another 2 am wake up call here. It was Brys this time. "Mom I'm sick." I was out of it, I'll admit it 2 am isn't my best time of day. So I asked Bryson a few questions, and proceeded to his room. The boys have 3 beds in there so I just striped Bryson's bed and put him on the spare. Later that night Max snuck into my bed. Once again I assumed he was sick and let him snuggle in. Little did I know the horror that awaited me in the morning.

For those of you who know me well, you know I've been suffering for years with allergies. Which probably doesn't make sense to be telling you at this point of the story, but it will soon enough. I woke up and went into Brys' room to check on him. At this time I noticed the vomit on Maxwell's bed, don't know how I missed it the night before but I did. Brys is in a loft and Max's bed is right under it making a L shape. I took a closer look and notice that Bryson must have projectile vomited when he sat up. It landed directly on Max's pillow. Then I remembered, Max was in bed with me he was safe.

What my overly tired brain didn't remember was the timing of Maxwell's arrival to my bed. I spent the morning scrubbing the boys room. Blankets, sheets, pillows, stuffed animals, beds all with Lysol. The kids spent the morning watching toons. When I finally saw Max he had this weird crusty stuff on him and it dawned on me, he came to my bed after Brys told me he was sick. Which meant he came to my bed covered in Bryson's vomit. Nice. Now if my nose worked properly I would have known this in an instant. Instead I spent the night snuggle up next to my little guy who had been puked on. Add my bedding to the mountain of laundry needing to get done today.

Between laundry loads and disinfecting, I was trying to sort out Girl Scout stuff. We had a meeting tonight, I can't really find a sitter, so I called and asked s few parents to take over. I was just suppose to be there maybe 15 minutes to take cookie money. Well 15 minutes turned into a hour and 15 minutes(which is the whole meeting) while the kids sat in the car and watched a movie. On the bright side Brys was feeling better. But none of the kids were to happy about being stuck in the car.

So there is my day in a nutshell. If you read it and thought what a horrible day, don't. While in writing it sounds horrible I was able to push right on through it. I'm able to sit here and chuckle about it. We survived! It was gross, but I did it, and I did it without become a complete blubbering I hate the USAF and the jerkoff my hubby had to deploy for mess. Go me.