Quinn has caught Naomi’s bug it seems. (”Which one, mommy?? Where’s the bug?”) Which is good I guess because it means it likely is a flu rather than the sanitation or food safety issues I worried about with her symptoms of vomiting and no fever. I am realizing that Quinn never really throws up. His vomiting this time is explosive and very sudden. He’s waking up from a sound sleep already vomiting and struggling not to aspirate it all.
So what do I really want?? I’d really like a washing machine or at least more than two pairs of sheets because we’ve already used those up and are now playing musical beds. I thanked God that we we have some spares as we tucked the kids into the guest beds a few minutes ago. A wet vac would be amazing or at least a lot more rags. Some ant free zones to help the wet bedding dry until we can start hand washing tomorrow (I pay someone to do that). It’s really gross to have the wet bedding lying all over the floors and have ants already attacking it all.
And last but not least I’d love a dryer or at least a day of the dry season back so that I would have some hope for clean sheets tomorrow night. Instead I have a great team who will loan me sheets off their beds the moment I ask, no doubt.
And David is the best husband and Dad EVER . . . . . Doing clean up duty without a sound as I get to snuggle the sweet boy.
Pray for him to be well soon. And pray for a little sunshine tomorrow so we can dry those sheets and maybe find enough power to run a movie for him on the computer.