What started with Tom asking what death felt like before vomming all over the couch has ended with myself, Owen, Ethan and Dave having the worst bout of Norovirus we've ever encountered.
Here's what I have learned this week:
- We need more bedsheets
- We need new loo seats
- I need to clean toilets more often
- Having an upstairs bathroom is great
- Having a bathroom where the sink and loo are close together is a fucking lifesaver.
- Children are better at bouncing back from illness than adults
- My kids can basically look after themselves when they need to
- Cold water is amazing
- Tea and toast after Noro is basically better than tea and toast after having a baby.
|Ha! Indeed...You really do not!|
I have never been so ill in my whole life.
It's really kicked my ass.
And as per usual, after a week of cleaning up after the kids, it's yours truly who ended up with the worst bout of it.
Highlights of the week have included:
- Dave catching two handfuls of sick from Tom
- Owen sicking down my back
- Poor Ethan having some truly awful poopy accidents five times in a row after he 'thought it was just a fart'
- Me giving sage advice to Ethan about 'maybe not trusting a fart at this stage in the game' while he agreed, 'no, we shouldn't'
- Owen not being able to trust his farts either
- Hysterically laughing with Dave as he deals with poopy baby on the couch at 3 in the morning while I deal with the whole puke/shit-fest going on upstairs
- Me heroically going to work after what will now be known as 'The Night of Hell' while poor Dave puked his guts up with baby and Ethan at home while Tom cheerfully went to school
- Me coming home and laughing with everyone about how awesome my immune system is..
- ...only to come home from picking up Tom and basically go through my own awful 'Night From Hell Mark 2: The Revenge of Noro'.
- Cracking my nose on the toilet lid which came crashing down on me as I puked violently into the bowl while trying to work out which end I would like to be over the toilet. I now have a black eye and possibly a broken nose.
- Spending the night on the couch with the dog who kept running away every time I moved to go to the toilet (approximately every 5 mins for about 12 hours) then being greeted like a hero upon my return. Which is not as nice as it sounds when you feel like crap and just don't want any kind of interaction.
We are all thankfully feeling a lot better than we were. Everyone is bloody starving now, so one of us will have to draw straws to see who wants to re-enter being an adult today and go and get supplies.
Dave is basically a hero - I have no idea how he managed at home with two kids while feeling like that.
I basically haven't spoken to him for two days because me and the loo have spent so much time getting to know each other (we are getting a new non-collapsing toilet seat).
And, I found out yesterday, ironically, it was world Toilet Day.
Someone is taking the piss.