I thought we were supposed to be reasonably healthy for the summer. I thought the sunshine and outdoor activities would kill all the germs before they had a chance to infect us.
I thought wrong.
Claire woke up around 1 am last night vomiting. She got sick about 10 times in about 10 hours. So many that I completely lost count. So instead of enjoying a beautiful summer day with Justine, we quarantined ourselves in the house and tried to get ahead of the mountain of laundry.
The laundry is winning.
Then BJ came down with it, too, and came home from work at noon.
So far, MG and I are ok, but that's going to last until about midnight tonight, when she'll wake up sick. I hope to have some sheets and towels clean by then, but I'm not hopeful.
Of course, BJ has a very important, unmissable meeting on Wednesday. Of course. Because that's how it always goes.
I don't get it. I use hand sanitizer. I wash the kids regularly. I was my own hands constantly. I have no freaking idea where we might have picked this bug up, and I am not at all happy about it.
Poor Claire. Poor BJ. Poor me. At least the two of them are resting comfortably (I hope) upstairs right now. I took a nap with MG, to catch up on the sleep I missed last night. I needed it. Especially if I'm going to be up all night with MG, or up all night sick, myself.
Do other families with young kids get sick this often, or is it just us? For crying out loud, we just got over croup a week and a day ago. This is ridiculous. What am I doing wrong??