Shep spent Saturday throwing up. Cheerful and back to normal on Sunday. Whew! Must have been something he ate or some little bug. What a relief.
Back to normal life on Monday. But Tuesday, at about 12:30am, Neko started throwing up. Tom followed suit in the morning.
Having the kids all day isn’t that big a deal, but the combination of sick/post-sick/infant is deadly. Neko just wants to sit on my lap all day. And Shep, now feeling better, wants to runs around the house at 100 miles an hours, switching activities every three seconds. Did I mention the house in under construction? While I am thrilled that my wall is finally going up, it couldn’t be worse timing. We’ve lost 50% of our play space, and every few seconds our conversation is punctuated by a pneumatic nailer which sounds like a gunshot.
Poor Ellery is somewhere in the middle of it all, just hoping someone might notice her and feed and change her occasionally.
Must get healthy. Soon. And am desperately hoping we haven’t spread the plague to others.