Yeah, this is more like the November I’ve come to know and dread. Apologies to those of you with November birthdays, who bring a tiny bit of sunshine to this otherwise hellacious month, but I really do hate November.
The nanny called me at work yesterday sometime before 10:00 saying she was very sick and could I please come home, so I did. Takes just over an hour to get home on the bus at midday, damn suburbs.
The day passed reasonably uneventfully until 5 pm, when child number one barfed. He barfed again, this time accompanied by the runs, just before 7 pm. Child number two barfed at 8 pm. Child number one woke up crying with the runs and dry heaves (there is nothing more pathetic than a three-year-old with dry heaves) at 10:30. Child number two woke up and barfed sometime around 2:30 this morning. The nanny called in sick around 7:30 this morning.
What do you want to bet is on my agenda for this weekend? And really? I hate barfy viruses. Give me a good old fashioned chest cold any day. Sigh.
The good news is, at least Beloved can stay home with the boys today, because I’ve already missed the better part of two days this week. The sucky news is that I’m cranky and tired from not sleeping while I listened for barfing boys all night. The best news is that, for the most part, nobody barfed in their bed or on the carpet.
So I figured I could at least parlay all this pathetic-ness into a plea for your votes on the Weblog Awards this morning, but the Best Parenting Blog poll is messed up. Two of the 10 finalists are listed as “undefined” or something like that, including my blog. Sigh.
November sucks.
Edited to add: polls are fixed, and my kids have been barf-free since they got up. The day still holds some promise after all. So go ahead and VOTE already!
The Weblog Poll is working, and so far you have 100% of the votes!Things are looking up (but if you start barfing, best not to look up…)
Dangit: meant to start with “poor Tristan and Simon!” … cuz it’s not all about the fame and the glory; it’s also sometimes about the sad and the yucky. Hope the boys bounce back quickly and you’re spared the full ride yourself. If you can swing it, let’s have coffee today 🙂
Trixie, it IS all about the fame and the glory. Then you hire someone to take care of the sad and the yucky for you, right?
You’re destroying the competition so far! You go, girl!
Oh man. I hope you have a barf free day and weekend!
Oh dear, you poor thing. Take heart in the sympathy emating from my little office, and if you need someone non pregnant to make a tea run or something, just let me know.
Hey, we got a dog last night. I would love to hear from your pack of family readers what their thoughts are on whether it is possible to add a demanding four legged creature to a busy lifestyle.
12 votes for you so far 🙂
I hate barfy viruses. Give me a good old fashioned chest cold any day.
Hear hear. More wishes for a barf-free weekend.
Off to vote…
Yuck. Sorry to hear about the barfing. Poor kids. And poor you. Hope your weekend gets better.
I want tell Anna you said that. Her birthday is this month. November is okay for me. I hate January.
Sorry the barfies are at your house. My girlfriends daycare (not an at home one) is in outbreak status for the barf/poop virus that is rampant right now. Hope it passes quickly.
Oooooh, Hope things get better for the boys (and you) over the weekend. I fear barf.
I’ve been voiting for you as often as I can!
Er. Voting, even.
(Though I’d voit for you too, if you really needed it.)