...Never Mind
I'd say we'd gone over twent-four hours without anybody vomitting, but Devilla cried so hard when she spilled St. Thomas's dinner plate (after volunteering to carry it to the table, she's my little helper!), that she induced herself to vomit again. She was all upset that it meant she couldn't go to school tomorrow (they have a 24 hour after last puke rule) -- I told her throwing up because she was sad wasn't the same as being sick and she could still go to school. Later she was telling me she needed one more day. When I told her that if she didn't feel well enough to go to school tomorrow she wouldn't get any TV either, she changed her tune! She's very much better, she was practically bouncing off the walls today.
Also, I was going to defend the Admiral to those of you who said or thought that he might be like the stereotypical mand and be a total baby when he was sick. I mean, the Navy trains us to carry on despite illness. And I can't throw stones when I stayed in bed all day Monday. I mean, he came down Wednesday evening offering to help with baths (he usually does the kids' baths by himself as part of his time with them since he works all day). Of course, after a half hour watching TV with the kids, he was back in bed, but it's the thought. Then today...ConTessa was dragging in the morning, after acting like normal yesterday, so I left both girls at home with Dad while I took ST. Thomas to school and went on to do a much needed grocery run. I figured he'd be up to it because he slept well and the day after my 'sick-in-bed' day I did five loads of laundry etc. etc. He did fine, and even helped me unload the grocery bags before claiming he needed to lie down. He was back in bed by noon. Later, I went to tell him I was going to get St. Thomas from school. He asked me how I was and I told him I got a 30 minute nap after I put the baby down and while Devilla watched a TV show. (He'd been asleep three hours). I guess I shouldn't complain. It was a bit of a help having a semi-healthy adult in the house so that I could do the groceries, and if he felt well enough to be up and working all day, then he would have gone to work, which he's planning on doing tomorrow. Still, I can't help but be a bit annoyed with his congratulatory claim that we were a good 'team' today. I didn't even mention yet that I also changed two lightbulbs (involving climbing a small step-ladder to do so).
So -- today is the last day of January! Which means I posted every day for one whole month (even if half of them were depressing health reports!). February's a short month -- let's go for two.
Also, I was going to defend the Admiral to those of you who said or thought that he might be like the stereotypical mand and be a total baby when he was sick. I mean, the Navy trains us to carry on despite illness. And I can't throw stones when I stayed in bed all day Monday. I mean, he came down Wednesday evening offering to help with baths (he usually does the kids' baths by himself as part of his time with them since he works all day). Of course, after a half hour watching TV with the kids, he was back in bed, but it's the thought. Then today...ConTessa was dragging in the morning, after acting like normal yesterday, so I left both girls at home with Dad while I took ST. Thomas to school and went on to do a much needed grocery run. I figured he'd be up to it because he slept well and the day after my 'sick-in-bed' day I did five loads of laundry etc. etc. He did fine, and even helped me unload the grocery bags before claiming he needed to lie down. He was back in bed by noon. Later, I went to tell him I was going to get St. Thomas from school. He asked me how I was and I told him I got a 30 minute nap after I put the baby down and while Devilla watched a TV show. (He'd been asleep three hours). I guess I shouldn't complain. It was a bit of a help having a semi-healthy adult in the house so that I could do the groceries, and if he felt well enough to be up and working all day, then he would have gone to work, which he's planning on doing tomorrow. Still, I can't help but be a bit annoyed with his congratulatory claim that we were a good 'team' today. I didn't even mention yet that I also changed two lightbulbs (involving climbing a small step-ladder to do so).
So -- today is the last day of January! Which means I posted every day for one whole month (even if half of them were depressing health reports!). February's a short month -- let's go for two.