Something "Buggy"

I suppose my alarm should have sounded when Max took a FOUR HOUR nap two days in a row, and when he slept in until 9 a.m.  Yes, upon further review...my alarm should most DEFINITELY have sounded.  Instead, I just marveled at sir sleepy head and reveled in the peace and quiet.  My bad.

It was nearing 9 a.m. yesterday and not a stir from Maximus' bed.  Jere was wandering past his door, getting ready to leave and stuck his head in.  Next I heard "UH ALLYSON, you better get in here NOW."  This was NOT a good sign.

I made my way to the bedroom, stepped inside the door and what can only be described as the smell of putrescent death greeted me.  After catching my breath, I looked down to see Max, laying perfectly still in a mosaic of what was clearly the last nights dinner.  Yes, his entire crib, his bumper, his clothes, everything was covered in the stank of barf, and the chunks of leftover dinner.  He must have done it at some point early in the morning.  He was laying on top of it, in it around it.  It was truly GROSS!  And all he could do was look up at me and say, "hi Mommy".  So, I extracted him from the filth, took off his clothes (to which he excitedly exclaimed, "TAKE A BAFF") and discovered some "excitement" from the other end, if you're pickin up what I'm puttin down.  Yep, we were off to a GREAT start. 

He and Maggie enjoyed a delightful, cleansing bath while I peeled the sheets and blankets from his crib, took them out and shook them on the lawn (filthy) and then put everything in to wash.  I won't lie...I could totally deal with the barf.  It's the freaking bed changing that I can't stand.  I HATE, loathe and despise changing sheets on daybeds and cribs.  Guess who has both.  BINGO!

Anyway, after the bath, I dressed the kids, and you would never have known that Max had been sick in the night.  Well, other than there was literal liquid coming from his bum bum.  A bit of time would pass and then that umistakable smell would waft past my nose and sure enough, he was just "wet" with poops.  Again, you'd never know he was sick.  He was happy and playful all day.  In fact, we ended up going to hang out with Porter and Lana that night and the kids had a great time playing.  I thought perhaps we had made it through, dodged the bullet if you will.

Nay verily.

This morning, while Max woke up clean of any ungodly bodily fluid issues, Maggie began to complain that her tummy hurt.  After awhile she said that she was gonna barf.  She would lay around a bit, play a bit, then complain again.  Finally, just as I was on the phone working out our first rehearsal schedule, I hear a little moan and a cough and look over to see Maggie daintily barfing in the garbage can.  She was NOT pleased.

After resting a bit with her Daddy (who himself is not feeling well) she came in to see me.  Then once again...run and barf.  Thank goodness she is the quietiest, daintiest barfer.  But apparently, it just wore her out, because she finished it, walked in to the family room, layed down on the floor and promptly fell asleep.

No regard to anything, just fell down with the cord and the shoe and slept.

She woke up and in a whisper said she wanted to sit on my lap.  So I took her up on my lap and after just a minute she got that unmistakable, swallow, swallow,  hand to her mouth.  I said, are you gonna barf, she nodded yes.  I set her down and said, run for the garbage can.  She took two steps, barfed on the floor and stood frozen.  I grabbed her up, took her to the garbage where she barfed a little more and expressed her disgust.  Then, after that, she came to the couch, and, promptly fell asleep.

Apparently this puking business is exhausting.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Max has been in bed for 2 hours, sleeping, which tells me he's not all better either.  And the Dad is asleep too.

I blame...well I don't know WHAT I blame.  But, there must be someone, SOMETHING I can pin this on.  Right?  Especially because I am NOT a barfer, I don't understand the process of it all.

The good thing is, my kids usually are over these random "situations" within 24 hours.  Fevers are generally not involved and medication is never necessary.  So, there is a bright side.

Umm, Maggie just woke up, took a drink of her sippy and promptly barfed 2 more times.  LIFE.IS.GRAND!

Yep, something "buggy" is definitely going on.

Germies and febreeze,

Allyson

P.S. This makes church going, and or accomplishing any of the VERY IMPORTANT show work I need to do, nigh unto impossible. WOO HOO!  Off to shower, so i can go to nursery for 10 minutes and teach a lesson, to kids who don't care or understand.

ADDENDUM:  The bug is NOT nice.  My tummy has been attacked.  There has been a breach.  No barf, but another joy (ifyaknowwhati'msayin)!  And I"m a little achey.  However, I refuse to acknowledge such ridiculousness. I don't have time for it.  Singing tonight at a fireside, AND first big day of rehearsal tomorrow. HELLO!  Maggie has continued to throw up all afternoon, with awesome ability to get the floor, the couch, Auntie Julie, Moms garbage can, etc.  On the upside, she is SO sweet and calm and lovey.  And Max's butt faucet has been turned on full force!  YES!  Best Sunday EVER!