The germs in the house go round and round…

In Greg's defense, he did his best. However, the girls love me so much, they just can't stay away. So, the best thing ended up being to get the girls out of the house altogether. This is why, in the midst of one of the biggest stow storms of the year, Greg drove the girls to my mothers house so she could watch them while I lay in bed, groaning, achy, and nauseous. Cosette had a stomach bug last week; it seems that yesterday was my turn. And boy was it awful. You know that achy can't stay still but can't move either feeling? And the nausea that hits you if you move an inch? And that feeling like you have to throw up but you haven't eaten in 24 hours so you can't? That was me.

Really, I didn't move far from the bed and the bathroom for most of the day. Tasha cuddled with me, which was nice company. Until she started meowing and meowing and pacing and meowing. This went on for some time, but I was half asleep and warm under the covers and didn't want to get up. I tried to call her to me to cuddle some more, at which point I heard a squishy wet squirting noise. At the same time a horrible stench rose up to hit my nose. Apparently her meowing was a request to be let out to find the litter box; having no other alternative, she went under the bed and pooped parallel to where my head lay. I moved very quickly at that point, crouching next to the bed to locate her. She just looked at me while she pooped as if to say "It is your fault, after all; I told you I had to go." The smell and the movement both synergistically activated the gag reflex, and it took me a few minutes to catch my breath. Greg was out at that point, on the way to retrieve the girls; but the smell was horrible, so I had to haul myself down to the kitchen to get cleaning supplies, and then crawl half under the bed to clean up, holding my breath the whole time. Cleaning that mess did not do anything to help my stomach!

Greg arrived a while later with the girls. Fortunately, the rest of the evening went without a hitch. The girls had a good time at Nonna's but were excited to see me again. They seemed to have so much energy, and it was a relief when bedtime came.

This morning I woke up with enough time to get Juliette to the school bus, not sure what my own plans were for the day. I walked downstairs slowly, tentatively assessing my recovery; but as soon as I walked into the family room I felt a strong urge to turn around and go back up to bed. The house was a MESS. Why does everything fall apart when Mommy gets sick?

I did the best I could to pick up a bit; it helped that there was a (completely unnecessary) two hour delay. I'm feeling better then yesterday, if not yet well. Now I'm waiting for the next round…. Who will it be? Any bets?