I hear that the first year of teaching public school is the worst. Not because of the piles of lesson plans or learning the ropes, but because you get sick all the time. I'm finding that this is definitely true for Joel. Normally healthy as a horse, he has had strep throat, several colds, and the flu already this school year. And he's generously shared with the rest of the family by bringing home the yucky germs and making sure at least one of us comes down with his sickness du jour.
Last week he brought us home a doozy. Some icky stomach bug that landed him in his bed for an entire day. He didn't move. He couldn't eat a thing without it coming right back up. He was achy and feverish. After about a day, he felt better...well enough to go back to school. But, he still hasn't been able to eat much without feeling sick. (Good diet, eh?)
So, Bria was the first to catch it from him...the very next day. She got up in the middle of the night and threw up. Now, you need to understand that Bria is deathly afraid of vomit and she becomes hysterical if another person is throwing up. You can only imagine how she acts when it's her own self that is sick. So, at 2:00 in the morning, we could hear her in the bathroom wailing:
"I'm throwing up! Do you hear me throwing up? WHY did Daddy get me sick? WHY DID HE TOUCH ME!!!!?"
And then she had problems with the sickness on the other end. We went through a couple pair of underwear the next day, and of course she was really upset about that. Again, wailing from the bathroom:
"I didn't know I was going to go in my underwear! WHY did that happen to me? I'm just wondering if I should sleep on the toilet so I don't do it again!!! WHY AM I SICK??!!!"
But, just like Joel, after about 24 hours she was good to go, just had a little bit of residual tummy hurting when she ate.
A few days passed with nobody else falling ill, and I thought maybe the rest of us had escaped the bug. Alas, I hoped in vain and Chloe and Sophia both came down with it on Sunday night.
Chloe is much more stoic about being sick. She throws up, washes up and sits down. The first time she threw up all over her favorite blankie and all she said was,
"Oh, I frowed up my moodles on my pink blankie. We should wash it, wight Mommy?"
And that was that. She camped out on the couch watching movies all day yesterday, occasionally throwing up in the bowl we kept next to her, and Baby Sophia slept almost all day. And now, they both seem to be just fine.
That leaves me.
Please don't let me get this crud.
And please Joel, don't bring home anymore for a while. Deal?