So, last week the snot started freely flowing around here. Except for hubby. He is somehow immune to, like, everything. Apparently teaching in public elementary schools for 13yrs will do that to you.
Anyway, yesterday the kid came home with a letter from school saying pink eye is going around. And, of freaking course, his eyes - BOTH - are guess what color. So we called the pediatrician who was lovely enough to just call in a script.
Then, today, as the day went on, baby E got clingier and needier. And his eyes got pinker (will call the pediatrician tomorrow morning for a script for him. Wonder if she'll be so kind as to call one in for me. You know, since hubby's immune to everything and all. But it seems inevitable that it'll hit me).
And the snot continued to flow. Big time. And the whining was almost at an all time high. I'm not gonna say specifically who all was whining. But it seems fair to say there were certainly a few participants. As in more than 2. And probably fewer than 4. And at least one of them was female.
So it was determined that both boys would be going to bed early tonight. For everyone's sanity. Which resulted in a borderline meltdown for the big one. And a definite meltdown for the little one. Mostly because said early bedtime was clearly not early enough.
Finally all was calm. The kid was reading books with his Poppa. And baby E was nursing. But then the coughing started. And didn't stop until the entirety of everything E's eaten since afternoon snack were covering me, him, and the living room chair where we nurse.
So then, that's when the screaming started. Baby E was (understandably) traumatized as I believe this may be his first ever vomiting experience. If it isn't I've blocked out the previous instances. And he apparently has, too. At any rate, he was crying/screaming.
The kid came running. Hubby - who hates vomit, then again, who doesn't? - screamed at the kid to go back to his bed. The kid had a meltdown of epic proportions. A sobbing, screaming puddle of exhaustion. With red, itchy eyes. And snot.
And there I was, holding a hysterical toddler, covered in vomit, and unable to move. You know, lest the vomit get more on the chair or on the floor. Or the toddler start to vomit more.
Everyone is finally cleaned up and the boys are in bed. Hubby is at school getting lesson plans ready for a sub tomorrow.
And I feel rather nauseous. And have itchy eyes.
Today's Lesson: Don't complain about pink eye. About how nasty it is. Because then you'll get the vomit plague. You know, to remind you that pink eye isn't really all that bad. That it could be worse. Much, much worse. also/ Apparently vomit is traumatizing for everyone.