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Saturday, December 24, 2005

I'm dreaming. . .

. . .of a puke free. . . .Christmas. (everybody sing!)

Yes, the stomach bug is still here. 3 weeks now. It's still working with the M.O. of only coming in the middle of the night though. It's just bizarre. During the day, I have happy children with shining faces who are ready to eat anything! Then the night hits, and those children are replaced by deathly ill ones who heave and moan and spit unspeakable things into buckets. If we are lucky. (there is a Hello Kitty pillow that is never going to be quite the same again.)

Have we gone to the doctor? No, because we all know what they will say. Seasoned parents recite with me: It's a virus, make sure they get plenty of liquids and follow the BRAT diet. Which by the way, is not some derogatory insult hurled at my kids, but bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast. (or tea, depending on which doctor you ask. I go with both.) Besides, since they are only expelling nasty body fluids once or twice a day, they aren't in danger of dehydration or anything, which is the only thing that would be a concern. They don't even have a fever.

So we are just stuck with this until it decides to grant us mercy and depart. For real. Not like the teasing it did a week and a half ago where we went a whole 48 hours without be awoken by that audible heaving in the middle of the night that parents know all too well. We were so excited. It was over! I can't even begin to describe the feeling of hearing the "huuuueh" the night it came back though. I think it was somewhere along the lines of "God actually DOES hate me!"

Staying in a hotel should be interesting when we go out of town tomorrow. Ah well, at least most of the hurling goes on around 3 a.m., so they won't be getting it all over their presents or anything.

Le sigh.

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