The virus from hell

Last week Jack's soccer practice was canceled, as we were all saddened by this event, we decided to go to a field and throw frisbees. As we were in the midst of our running, laughing, and enjoying the great outdoors Jack just laid down. We took this as a sign to go home because Jack is not a child to just take a moment to lay down when there are frisbees involved. Once home we decide to set up sheets and pillows on the floor in our room. I don't want to really get into what happened all the rest of the night, but to put it mildly there was a lot of sickness all night long. The next day Jack slept 5-6 hours, it wore him out.  We had a strict no food no drink rule the next day. As long as he followed it things went well, but that night I left the boys with Pete, who was starting to feel badly himself. When I returned that night these are things that I found-- lights on in every room of the house, cheese on the wall, cheese on the floor, muffins crumbs on the floor, muffin wrappers everywhere, fruit snack wrappers all over the place, deli ham on the floor, and Pete laying with his head at the foot of the bed fast asleep. That night, due to all the food consumption, Jack and the bathroom were frenemies once more.

The next day we were driving to Kentucky for my sister's wedding and we were very strict with Jack about no food. He wasn't pleased but we weren't giving in. The wedding was beautiful and everyone looked good, but let's cut to the dinner that night. It was at an Italian restaurant and they had the back room reserved for us. When we arrived Luke started saying that his stomach hurt. I told him it was probably because he hadn't really used the bathroom that day so we went back there to give it a whirl. Still, a little bit later he was really starting to whine that his stomach hurt. Pete suggested we leave, but we hadn't been there very long and we hadn't eaten yet. Plus, we drove all that way to be there, so I wasn't ready to leave. I suggested that we just eat and leave-not stay for dessert or anything that may happen after. My sister had a pillow in her car so we put it on the floor in the back, and I sat down next to him holding his hand. My dad took off his jacket and laid it across Luke. I really thought that we might make it. I was wrong. He sits up, opens his mouth, and out it all came. I grab a cloth napkin from the table and put it over his mouth, scoop him up, and run to the bathroom. The thing that should be noted is that the bathroom is on the other end of the restaurant, it is dinner so the place is packed, and Luke is still vomiting as I run him through the dining area to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom I take off his shirt rinse it out and clean him up as best I can. I then carry him back through the restaurant without his shirt. We decide to get out quick after that.

That night Luke continued to have issues, Jack was fine, and we set Thomas up in a room by himself. After many trips to the bathroom and thinking I may finally be able to settle in for the night/morning, I hear that all too familiar noise, so I run to grab Luke only to find it isn't Luke or Jack. Oh no!!!!! Thomas!!!!!!!! Yup- Thomas. It was a long night and morning. I don't think I have done so much laundry in so short a time period in my whole life.

We cut out of town pretty early because the kids just needed to get home. Luckily, the car ride was not eventful--thank goodness. Luke slept almost the whole way home and no children were allowed to eat anything.

The next day things were looking better, Jack was going to school, Thomas was just cranky, but that is pretty normal, and Luke was tired. Then--Pete!!!! Oh my. Poor Pete. I was scheduled to be reader/librarian for Jack's class that afternoon and Pete was going to stay with the kids, I ended up leaving Luke to watch a movie/sleep at home with Pete while Thomas got to go with me to Jack's library time. It went well and the kids loved seeing Thomas-now when they see him at pick up they say -Hi Thomas!!! Pete had a rough night and we stayed out of his hair by having a movie night.

So just when we thought it had past I was attacked by this horrible virus. So yes, everyone got it. We are only just now all feeling back to normal. Since food had pretty much been eliminated from our daily routine we were able to, inadvertently, learn the cause of the stomach issues plaguing some of the male members of our house-lactose intolerance. I guess that changes a lot about how we eat and prepare food. 

There you have it--the virus from hell. If we gave it to you- I am sorry. It really sucks.