I haven’t slept through the night since last Friday. It’s now Thursday night.
Chris has been in Europe on business. I have been playing the role of a single mom, one that I am not particularly excited about.
For the first couple of days, it wasn’t awful. The kids were bummed about their dad being gone – but this was one of the shorter business trips and the days were really packed.
Somewhere, midweek, it all fell apart. Charlie wasn’t sleeping, so I wasn’t sleeping. Katie’s big event at school was at Tuesday and I was part of a small team of parents in charge of planning. It was quite chaotic. Then Girl Scouts.
So by Wednesday, I wasn’t functioning all that great. And I forgot that Wednesday was Early Dismissal, so yeah, I left Katie at school. Another parent called me and I managed to get her, about 20 minutes late.
I was tired and a little bit ill when I got home. I was pretty sure that I was getting a stomach virus and was just depleted. Gone. So when Charlie trashed the living room with dirt from the plants for the second time, I just started crying. And I couldn’t stop. Katie kind of freaked out and tried to clean it up for me, which made me cry more. I finally pulled it together.
Later that night, Charlie started vomiting.
And then Amy started vomiting.
By 6am, I had changed at least four different sets of sheets, including my own (Charlie threw up in my bed, too). I had changed 3-4 times and also changed Charlie about 3-4 times. I changed Amy’s sheets and had to throw her beloved Ducky in the wash.
The house smelled. I was tired.
And I somehow knew to expect the phone call from the school nurse that I got around 10am advising me that Katie had thrown up at school.
It was sickapalooza.
Fortunately, things finally started looking up. The kids snacked a little on pretzels and animal crackers but didn’t eat dinner, which was fine. We watched some TV and they were off to bed. I had to rescue Ducky from the dryer before Amy would sleep, but that was the only protest.
It’s nearly midnight and there’s been no vomit. I’m almost scared to go to bed again, despite the fact that I can barely sit up, because it seems that every time my head hits the pillow, I’m up again. It feels harder to get up after trying to sleep than simply staying up.
Chris will be home in just a few hours (about 17). Let’s hope I make it.
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Oh you poor poor thing. I hope Chris is home soon and you are all on the mend.
I hope things are looking up and that you have a great weekend. I can only imagine what your week has been like and I am sure it is worse then that…so good luck and feel better.