OK, I cry UNCLE! For the past twenty-four hours I have been dealing with vomit, vomit, and more vomit! Seriously! My 13-month old, PD2, has decided to test out the 24- hour bug on me starting yesterday at while at a play date which continued on into today.
Here it is 7:20 pm and in the past twenty -four hours have done three additional loads of laundry, three showers with me included, since I have been the absorption of much of the volume, had four hours of sleep, disinfected every toy in the house (yes, I do ALL the toys anytime a serious plague strikes Camp Pie Hole) and on a good note, I am completely caught up on Top Chef and Top Chef Just Desserts, thanks to having to snuggle the little patient for hours.
Those who say motherhood/parenthood is a treasure and one should cherish every moment are not parents of small children that have ever been sick. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. I get that this comes with the territory of having small children, but three weeks of sickness in this camp! Come on! I am just calling a truce via my blog with the “Petri Dish gods” that Camp Pie Hole is done with this nonsense and the white flag is waving high and strong! Oh, God, I hope that PD1 doesn’t get it . . . oh well, I have more crap to catch up on the trusted ol’ DVR.
A Piece of the Pie Hole 
I hear ya! Parenthood is really really hard…doesn’t mean we don’t love our children….but there are lots of times ya just wish you could take a short….no…..a long vacation. Hope things start to look up. If we lived close I would bring you some food and some more clorox wipes. 🙂
Thanks! The kicker was I went to the Dancing with the Stars taping yesterday and my husband got round two of puke fest. Apparently he did not surrender to the sicky gods:-)
If we lived closer, I would have you over for a glass of wine and a good chat on my comfy couch! Of course it would be petir dish free!