So, yeah, HAPPY NEW YEAR, and as my mom said, it can only get better from here, right?
After feeling pretty out of sorts last week thanks to some family strife, I was looking forward to some fun stuff we had planned last week. First, BWB was going to be off work for five whole days, a rare thing to have him home that long when we aren't leaving town. So, we decided to tackle some projects. In the midst of cleaning out the garage on Thursday I got a rather hysterical call from my SIL who told me that her house had caught fire and the garage was burned out. So, we all jumped in the car and headed over, to find her husband and the fire dept milling around outside. Thankfully, the damage was mostly from soot, something smoldered in there all morning, but never caught anything else on fire. Otherwise, we would have had a rather full house with 2 sets of ILs living with us. Insurance covered everything and sent them to a hotel until a cleaning crew could come in and take care of all the soot. One crisis solved. We even made it to our euchre night with one of Jason's coworkers and had a really nice time.
We arrived home around midnight and tried to get the wee girl to go to sleep. Yeah, no such luck, not until about 2am. Around 3:30am, I hear DB yelling out in the living room. He was calling for my BIL because he didn't think we were home. Come to find out the poor guy has thrown up next to his bed. Joy. Nothing like cleaning up puke in the middle of the night. We get things as cleaned up as possible and put him back to bed, he comes in again at 5am and pukes next to our bed. UGH. I love the smell of vomit in the morning. So, now we're scrubbing our carpet, and the girlchild has woken up and is fussy, let's just say long bad night. DB does go back to sleep, but GB wakes up around 7am and BWB gets up while I sleep with the girlchild. I wake up at 9am and we switch and he goes back to bed until noon. DB throws up a few more times, but really he is the best sick kid, he doesn't complain or cry, just sits quietly.
Now we're thinking it's time to cancel plans with our friends who were coming over with their two boys for NYE. We didn't get a hold of them until late, and find out that their boys had already been through the stomach flu earlier in the week. So, yay, they're still coming. Friday is pretty easy, we rest up and hang out with the kiddos.
Saturday everyone seems much better and we spend the day getting the house in order. Damn, it looked nice. We end up having over both sets of SIL/BILs and our friends and their two boys. We ate a ton of munchies, hung out around the fire pit and drank wine and then gorged ourselves on ribs, NY strips, chicken breasts and brats with scalloped potatoes. I don't think anyone left the table hungry. We get the older boys set up with a movie and put the younger boy to bed and go back out by the fire. Through the monitor I hear GB crying, but since my SILs are both upstairs, I figure one of them will check on him. Yeah, poor SIL who decided to go got her first dousing with vomit. GB now has the flu and has christened my SIL, next to his bed and the hall carpet. More steam cleaning. We decided to come inside and play poker until midnight so BWB could hold GB. He was a trooper too and really only threw up three times or so and then was asleep for the night. DB went to bed around 11pm, and got up once to tell us he'd thrown up all over his bed (sheet change #72), we got him cleaned up and threw him in the other bed while I got the wash going.
We turned on the tv around 11:50 and watched some bands play, only to find out that we were on the wrong channel for the countdown and missed it by a minute, ahh, story of my life. ;) Everyone left around 1am, and we said screw cleaning until the morning and headed for bed ourselves. Miss Gert was actually pretty cooperative and fell asleep quickly.
Unfortunately, the plague had not yet left us. Poor DB was up in the middle of the night and didn't quite make it to the toilet with a case of the scoots. More cleaning. I have to give BWB credit for doing most of the middle of the night stuff. I felt really out of it, just figuring I was tired, but lo and behold, who wakes up pukey Sunday morning, yes, that would be me. I spent all day in bed or on the couch alternately sipping gingerale and clearing out my stomach. Boy do I love the flu. Again, poor BWB who was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open still had to take kid duty all day, even to the point of bring Gertie to me so I could nurse her, as I just felt too weak to pick her up myself. Sigh.
Thankfully, we got to bed last night around 10:45 and slept until 5am when first Gertie woke up to nurse and then a horrendous stormed rolled through setting off the tornado sirens--yes, in the middle of winter! The boys slept until 8am when I got up and BWB got to sleep in until 10am. I can't begin to tell you how thankful I am that he's off work today, so he can get some rest. I'm feeling quite well, I can't believe how quickly the bug comes and gos. But, after heading downstairs to check my email for the first time in three days, I see poor BIL on the couch asking if I have any pepto, the next victim of the plague...