Seriously I missed the sensitivity gene when they were being passed out in regard to people being sick. When Steve gets sick I get annoyed and avoid him at all costs. I guess because when I am sick I keep pushing on until I fall out. Probably not the best practice but I certainly don’t sit and moan about it.
I secretly loved when the girls were young and got sick and all they wanted was to snuggle. Oh how I miss that love time.
It’s not sweet when you wake up at 1:30 in the morning to a screaming, freaked out toddler who is massively throwing up all over herself and bed. I screamed for Steve to help me since I was gaging as I grabbed her, arms stretched out so none of her smelly puke would get on me, and plopped her in the tub.
She was a trouper though. She cried and asked what was happening and I explained that she was throwing up and she would be fine. She let me wash her hair and clean her up then she went and slept with Steve while I washed her bedding.
I’m hoping I can use this to my advantage. Like telling them if they keep eating sweets they will throw up all over.
No snuggles this morning, just a little whining about her tummy still being upset. Of course she didn’t want to go to school. And L totally took this opportunity to try to tell me her tummy was upset and she should stay home to help H.
Seriously what is to come if at 3 they are already playing the sick card?
Luckily their school said they could come tomorrow so I could get my work done; that released a ton of the stress I felt this morning.
Meanwhile I’m ready to scream because when I tell them to do something they say they can’t because their tummy hurts. Then they ask to play outside or in the pool and I tell them if they feel well enough to play then they feel well enough to go to school and that’s when the faking takes over again!
Then this situation happened in less than a minute:
H- will you get me a fork
Sure, got it and walked out of room
H- will you pull my stool up
Sure, pulled it up and walked out of room
H- will you hand me my plate
Sure, handed her the plate and walked out of the room
H- Mom will you get me a napkin for my lap
Sure, ugh, got her a napkin
I wanted to scream get better; which I should have because I think she feels fine now but is playing me. Too bad she doesn’t realize that her teacher is letting them come to school tomorrow to make up for missing today. Suckas!
And to top it off this is really putting a cramp in our goal to do something different every day in July. Then again, throwing up is different.
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