The Baby Hulk got his wish.  He moved up to the sick room also known as Mom’s room.  To make the case for the move, he puked all over the floor of my bedroom.  I feel bad, this child is generally the most emotional/needy and he has certainly wanted attention these past few days that hasn’t come easily.  Now he’s sick, but everyone else is pretty much recovered and into other rooms, so he is stuck in my room by himself with me running in to check on him rather than sleeping with him and watching shows with him.

Pretty much sums up the week

Yesterday, I still didn’t feel great, but was well enough for Lance to return to work.  And it was hard.  No David was on the road to recovery, but wanted me with him the entire time.  Goose was better, but had a fever on Wednesday so had to stay home again.  I had him complete some homework.  What drama.  The kid hates writing sentences more than anything in life.  Which makes me hate it and want to scream.  At him.  Yesterday, I didn’t scream.  Then there was Baby Z who desperately wanted attention, but couldn’t be near anyone because I don’t want her catching this bug.  So there I was wondering how to give my children the attention they needed without losing patience.  I wish I could say I succeeded, but I didn’t.  The only lesson I can take from this is don’t get sick at the same time your kids are sick.  Do whatever it takes, but don’t get sick.

My best friends

Before anyone holds the baby, I spray them with Lysol and have them slather their hands and arms with hand sanitizer.  The amount of laundry I have done in three days is beyond normal.  Even for our family of seven.  And the kick in the ass for this week?  No, it wasn’t the stomach virus that has knocked out most of this family.  It’s the broken dish washer.  When I need it the most, the damn thing isn’t getting water inside of it.  And the plumber?  He was supposed to be here over two hours ago.

Last night, Lance asked why I was cranky.  I explained how I had to clean up puke from the floor from three different children.  He had to nerve to say he had put two of them in showers.  Really?  On your hands and knees cleaning up puke or giving a kid a shower?

My Sunshine has missed her playmate.  This child is all Mom’s girl.  She loves everyone else, but when I am holding her she rarely wants to leave my arms and will cry when I walk into the room and lunge for me.  She hasn’t seen No David since Monday for longer than a few seconds.  When she saw him this morning, she lunged for him and happily played with all his trains ignoring the toys I had out for her.  He was slightly annoyed that she tore apart his train tracks, but I know he missed her too.