It is a full week since K came home from the Ausflug with stomach flu. You know what this means, don't you? If the flu takes a week to incubate, K was NOT patient zero. Which also means that another mom knowingly sent her sick child on the Ausflug.
Can you believe that?? I don't know about you, but I consider that kind of inconsiderate.
I am so vindicated!!
Anyway, we got L settled comfortably again with fresh PJs and a clean t-shirt for me and I cleaned the sheets, walls, rug and my hair as best I could. There was one small but scary episode where my mom tried to warm up a cherry pit cat for L's tummy and somehow ended up making the microwave emit clouds of noxious smoke and not respond to the 'STOP' button. I'll leave you to imagine the scene of two panicked women, a crying child and a rogue microwave.
But this, too, passed and all was quiet again.
K was cool as a cucumber through it all, rolling away from L when she threw up in bed and falling right asleep again despite all of the yelling and excitement.
After the incident we went trooped back downstairs for more Chuck and red wine. We finished season 1 at 1AM and I fell into bed.
This morning I woke up at with two blessedly healthy children decorating me with sea shells and driving imaginary cars over me and parking them in my arm pit, which apparently makes a fine garage. I stumbled to the bathroom, peered blearily into the mirror and was gratified to see that L's vomit had dried my hair into a surprisingly attractive style.
I'm such a party animal.