This has been a week of survival in our home. Sunday night was met with Wesley throwing up throughout the night. Monday morning I grabbed my dusty coffee pot and made a pot of half regular and half decaf so I could sip some energy throughout the day. Tuesday Miles joined the puke fest. Wednesday Lizzi lost it in the hallway, and Phil came home sick. Yesterday was my turn. Blessedly I never spewed but felt the full effects of this stomach bugs force and was confined to the couch the whole day.
The kids were awesome and helped each other out. Abi took it upon herself to cook for them, and although they never had any vegetables yesterday, they ate. They mothered Miles as much as possible and let me nap whenever the need arose. This was the first time that I can remember that I've made it through the flu without Phil or Rose coming in and tending to the children. Sure the house is in shambles from them playing (nicely!) together the whole day, but we made it. I've only washed my bedding three times this week and all of our towels at least twice. If Abi gets through unscathed it would be a small miracle. I always wonder how larger families make it when member after member falls prey to such icky viruses. I think I may have just had a glimpse with all of the teamwork that happened this week!
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