Today was the first full day in two weeks without stomach flu symptoms in the house. They’ve been tapering off, and then today, nothing. I was so happy, I could have…slept for a week.
Instead, I took the kids to the mall for Fluffy to ride the carousel. Everyone wanted to go, and Fluff picked the teacup. It wasn’t until the carousel started and Fluffy began spinning the wheel that I realized maybe taking two kids who have recently had stomach flu on a whirling teacup ride wasn’t the brightest idea. Fortunately, everyone kept their stomach contents to themselves.
I truly have not done this much laundry since the babies were refluxy newborns. The first few days it was like Peppers was trying to go through the entire contents of his and his brother’s wardrobe in a single 24-hour period. We’ve gotten all out of sync with our coordinating outfits!
In related news, I’ve had to buy a new crib mattress. One of them is just infused beyond all reparation and good only for the rubbish heap.
Poor Salty. He actually got two rounds of stomach flu back to back. The doctor thinks it was either a different strain or mutated enough to infect him again just as he was recovering from the first week. The problem is, lil Salty never had any weight to lose, so a week and a half of hunger-strike has left him horribly gaunt. We’ve talked about it enough that he even started referring to himself as “Bag of Bones”. I gave the guys a bath today and it stabbed me in the heart to see every rib of his jutting out front and back. He tucked into his yellow curry chicken and rice tonight like a champ, though. Perhaps another outing to Krispy Kreme is in order.