My six-year-old had a rare and very exciting “triple playdate” two days ago after school. “Was it exciting, bud?” I asked him when I picked him up.
“Kind of,” he said. “Probably the most exciting part was when Justin threw up in the hallway.”
As my mother-in-law likes to say, out come the Christmas ornaments, out come the germs. It does seem like there is always something this time of year to lay everyone low, and this year, the stomach flu going around my sons’ school has a virulence one can only admire. When the school nurse called yesterday, I looked at my caller ID and thought, there goes Seamus. But no- it was Connor, and when I picked him up, there were three other second graders yakking in the nurse’s office, and three more who had been sent home.
Connor threw up twice last night, both times after tentative sips of ginger ale, and Seamus went off to bed rather earlier than usual with the words to put dread in any mother’s heart: “Mommy, my tummy feels kind of weird.”
He threw up overnight. Both boys are home from school. I managed to get Maggie out the door for preschool this morning, telling myself she was certainly safer at school than in this sick bay of an apartment. I hope that is the case. I have an hour before I have to drag the boys out the door to go get her. I am dreading the pale, greenish little face that may be greeting me,
although my dog and rooster are currently squabbling as usual in their room, so at least this is a short-lived bug, if (when) the rest of us get it.
I know from anecdotal experience (collected via Facebook) that this particular bug seems to be twister-ing its way across most of the Eastern Seaboard. Has it hit your house yet?
picture of dog sick in bed from untitledrecords.com. I’d like to take a moment to be thankful for Google- all I had to do was type in “picture of dog sick in bed” and I had multiple options. Same for “rooster and dog fighting,” below. Will our kids ever understand what it was like to live without this power?