On Friday, on my way to pick up Franklin from school, I got a call that Eliza had thrown up. I knew a call like this was bound to happen. This is what happens when you stick a group of children next to each other – they swap bodily fluids – some of it is harmless, some of it causes puke.
So the weekend wasn’t all that great. Dickson got sick on Sunday morning and Franklin got sick on Sunday night. I didn’t get sick until Tuesday afternoon which is typical. I got to clean up all the puke and just when I started to think that I had avoided the whole mess and I replace my facebook profile with a photo of Wonder Woman, I break down at 4pm and drag this nauseous hero home.
Eliza has been sick more than any of us. She seems to be recycling the illness throughout the house all week. Every time we think it’s a brand new morning and we’re all going to lick this thing, someone pukes or has stomach cramps. She’s also been a bit of a whiny bucket of blech.
How’s that for a metaphor?
However, out of the two kids, the one I feel the most sorry for is Franklin. We had big plans that were continually dashed due to the 2009 May Puke Festival of Sustainability. Aikido on Friday was canceled so we could dash up the hill to pick up his sister. Monday’s school trip to Witty’s Lagoon (see above photo) was missed because all he had energy for was watching Lego Builds on youtube. All week while he stayed at home with Eliza and I, or Dickson, he took a back seat to the moaning and groaning of a teething, puking toddler. Not that he particularly minded that last part as it gave him free reign to create lego contraptions and then rehearse reviews of his creations in the same manner of the lego geeks/designers on lego.com.
Here, geek out to this nugget…
This weekend we are going OUTSIDE.
We will see OCEAN.
We will ride BIKES.
We will NOT PUKE.
(knock on wood)