I was on my way to bed at around 2am this morning when I was met on the stairs by both Madie and Ainsley. Madie’s tummy hurt and Ainsley’s ear hurt. Both were crying. I gave Ainsley a dose of tylenol and she went and crawled into bed with Chris. Madie, on the other hand, hurt really badly. Nothing helped. No medicine. No body position. She said that it hurt worse upstairs than downstairs (that’s a new one). So downstairs we stayed. Until about 4am. I am looking at the clock thinking that there are people actually going to work at this time and I have yet to go to bed. So I convinced Madie to go upstairs and and let me lay down next to her. She slept off and on between trips to the bathroom. Nothing helped. Finally around 8:30am she vomited. She finally feels good enough to sleep. She has slept since then. The other children are under the penalty of death if they dare to make any noises at all. So far so good.
This is Chris’s one big day of work, so at all costs we don’t bother daddy on Saturday night. I still had hopes of going to church this morning. I had so much do to, but yet taking my sick child to church and exposing her to all of the other nice children seemed mean. So we stayed home today. My poor Madie told me that she doesn’t even want to go to school tomorrow. She just wants to stay home and rest. Wow. The only thing that she is upset about is that she has not been able to sell any Girl Scout cookies yet. Luckily there are plenty more days left to sell.
Chris called to check on the girls and I told him that I am praying that I don’t get what either of them have. Chris says that I have an iron immunity. I don’t think that he knows me very well. But let’s pray that he is right. The lysol spray and wipes have already emerged and have been implemented. I have washed my hands in the freezing cold water that is coming out of faucet so many times that my hands are red. Let’s hope that it works. I can’t get sick. I can’t get sick. I can’t get sick. I am practicing mind over matter. I can’t get sick. I can’t get sick.
The Puddles 
Poor little ones… Gordon has pink, do you want me to bring him over?
Does he have pink eye? If he’s sick, bring him over. I’ll trade one of your sick for one of my healthy, if you promise to keep him healthy so he can go to school tomorrow for the first time in two months. Do we have a deal?
Oh yes, pink eye. Your healthy one would have had fun today with Rocket. Rocket needs a calm body in this house. Gordon is tormenting like crazy!
If you think that Ben would be the calm one, you really did have a bad day!!!
Ms. Diana and Ms. Shirley were very lonely today! Hope everybody feels better soon!!
Hey, I know someone who goes to work at 4:00am:}
I actually was thinking about you that morning! I still don’t know how you do it, but I sure am glad that you do!