Some people are really good when their family is sick. They hold it together, they tend to the sick and they solider on.
I am not one of those people.
I’m really good with blood and cuts and bruises and falls but I am not good with puke. I come by this honestly- my mother also didn’t do puke when we were growing up. When my kids get sick, the Hubs handles the sick kid and I go down stairs to do the dirty laundry for 15 or 20 mins while the storm passes. I always conveniently reemerge when the kiddo is cleaned up and ready to go back to bed. If they want to cuddle before going back to bed, I make sure to cover myself in at least 3 or 4 towels just in case.
Last night, the Hubs got sick. Instead of feeling badly for him, my mind immediately went into crisis mode. Where to put the kids puke buckets for easy access. How to avoid getting sick myself. Ways we could still celebrate Christmas if we’re stuck at home.
So far, the kids and I are still healthy but I’ll be on Red Alert until at least this time tomorrow waiting for the axe to fall. In the mean time, I’m trying to convince the Hubs to go live in the car until he feels better. He’ll have heat, fully reclining seats and DVD player- what more does he really need?
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