Luca, possibly the only gastro-sufferer to look even prettier than usual…
Hello from the depths of hell!
One weekend completely written off by a plague of vomitous despair.
I must say I resent that. Of course, it's heartbreaking to see your children so miserable, and zero fun to be cradling a bucket of your own vom. But time is precious, weekends especially so, and I'm annoyed - I want that weekend back, damn it!
The fog appears to have lifted and I am so very grateful that Harlow was spared.
Here are a few thoughts, post-hell;
- gastro (aka stomach flu) is the devil
- the devil is very contagious
- once the devil is in your home, it's just a matter of time before you succumb
- you can wash your hands until they bleed but still, you WILL succumb
- seeing your kids sick is truly heart-wrenching
- kids are complete sweethearts when they're ill
- you'll know your kids are completely recovered when the sweetness dries up
- life might be easier if the kids could have 'a touch of gastro' on a permanent basis (post-puke but pre-recovered = the sweet spot)
- friends who offer to drop by and help out when they know your house is cursed are amazing
- friends who are HEAVILY PREGNANT and DO stop by bearing gifts of electrolyte icy poles for the kids are amazing and gorgeous and so appreciated
- Electrolyte icy poles are not just for kids
- doing one thousand loads of washing and still not being caught up with the washing is completely annoying
- vomiting for 24 hours is bad but discovering that your pants really feel no looser than before is just a slap in the face
These godawful stomach bugs just keep circulating! I hope you’re in the clear now, not nice at all. My boys have copped it twice since June, myself once, but hubby & baby girl were thankfully spared! The thing I learned? Somewhere between the ages of 2 & 4, kids learn to spew gracefully. My 2yr old is like something from the exorcist, spraying it as he goes. My 4yr old casually reaches for the bucket and rests his chin on the edge til he’s sure it’s passed hahahaha such a proud moment!
Oh you poor things! Glad to see the devil has buggered off for now, and that little Harlow was spared.
You know, it took me at least a year of living States-side to realise that when Americans talk about stomach flu, they’re referring to gastro… yet another one of their polite euphemisms.
Hope you have an easier week now. xxx
Oh, Angie! It is the DEVIL. Or the devil’s evil twin. So glad you’re past it and little Harlow didn’t get it!
Oh dear … it is misery untold to be in the grip of the evil spews. I am just very relieved that missy did not get it.
I hope you are all on the mend today and have caught up on the washing.
Hmmm, not sure Luca got the graceful spewing memo? I would definitely be proud of that.
Gastro does have a certain ring to it, no? Although I almost only ever mean the spewing kind as that is predominantly what we are struck with. The other kind doesn’t bear meantioning, now does it?
Thank you for the love. xxx
I can’t believe we got through it with Harlow unscathed. A blessing, for sure.
Oh, Mel. It fills me with such dread! DREAD!
On the bright side, has this weather not been SUPERB for catching up on washing? I know you’re feeling me, sister. xxx