Photo by: Santiago Nicolau
Mom's don't get a sick day. Dad's don't either. And children are fairly indiscriminate about sharing their germs. Ironic, as sometimes, it's like pulling teeth to get them to share anything else.
One thing that they omit to say in the "What to Expect" books is that human beings make the most interesting commodities with their waste. This morning, my blog post was late because of children and pets conspiring together to test the endurance of my husband and I.
I'll set the scene: my daughter (almost a year old) has been waking up at the ungodly hour of 5am. The reason seems to be a VERY wet diaper. Despite my problem solving measures (she's not only in the size up diaper, but also the overnight absorbency one), she's still soaking through. This leaves her fussy and she likes to communicate her discontent to us. I find that a quick change and feeding her gets her back to sleep. In another problem sovling effort, I changed her last night at 11pm before I went to sleep. I also topped her off, so that she would be full. But she surprised me: she woke at 12:30, 1:30, 2:30, and 3:30. She got herself back to sleep all of the other times, but at 3:30, she was determined to be attended to. So I sent in my husband.(To be fair, I went in and changed her, and he then fed her).
I don't do well when I'm overtired, so I went to the basement to sleep some. Which meant my husband was not spared at 6:30am when our son came in. Apparently, the virus he had last weekend has migrated and is now digestive in nature. He pooped in his bed. He's toilet trained and quite adept in that ability, so he is definitely sick. He slept in our room.
At 7:30, I'm awoken by my husband who has told me that our son is up because he slipped on the floor, which woke up our daughter. Why did he slip? This is where the dogs get in on the action. Apparently, one of them also has a stomach bug, and she decided to use the indoors as her bathroom. Three piles of her poop, one urine puddle, and she threw up on the chair.
It's now divide and conquer. I tend to our daughter, our son is content on the iPad, and my husband starts with the dog's contribution to this morning's festivities. I then find another pile, courtesy of the dog, and I clean that up.
This was not how I envisioned this morning going. Changing my plans because my son needs another sick day was not part of my itinerary. But this is all part of the on-the-job training that we all get as parents. And the only thing I can do while I think about this morning, is laugh. Otherwise, I think it would just make me cry.
What "unexpected" mornings have you encountered?