It wouldn’t be the Christmas season without a round of illness spread throughout our household. I had nothing going on all week last week except on Thursday when I had two visiting teaching appointments and my visiting teachers coming over, I was baby-sitting for a friend, and I was set to conduct a neighborhood meeting.
So of course, I got sick that morning. I woke up and noticed my stomach was churning. A couple of hours later I was throwing up. Dallas left for work and I was left wondering how I would care for three kids by myself in my state.
I decided I would call my mom and beg her to come to my rescue. After all, mere weeks ago my sister also got the barfs and my mom dropped everything to come to her aid and watch her ONE child for her.
I should have known my mom doesn’t love me as much as my sister, though, for when I called, she said something along the lines of, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry you’re sick. But it’s okay! You’ll get over it! You can do it! Call me when you’re well!”
When the girls woke up, Caroline laid next to me in my bed. She heard me moaning and saying my stomach hurt. Before long, she was also moaning and saying her stomach hurt. The problem was I didn’t know if she was simply mimicking or if she was actually sick as well.
I got my answer a little while later. She sat up, carefully crawled off the bed, announced, “I have to spit in the potty,” calmly entered the bathroom, and threw up. This happened about four more times throughout the day and every time she made it to the bathroom in time further securing her position as easiest child ever. I didn’t get the hang of throwing up in the toilet until I was a teenager at least.
My visiting teacher saved the day by bringing me a care package of goodies to help me and the kids get through the sickness. Bless her.
Dallas called to say he was coming home from work early which nearly caused me to jump for joy until he said it was because he was also feeling sick. When he came home he said he had to stop on the way and throw up. All over the brand-new freeway. For some reason I found that hilarious.
Luckily we’re all well now and my mom was right – I did make it through the day somehow, and bonus! I even lived to blog about it.