The craziness that is my children and this cold/flu/virus season is continuing.
We are in our SEVENTH straight down of continuous vomiting at my house. When one kid bounces back, the other kindly steps in to take his or her place.
It stinks in my house.
I have never done so much laundry in my life.
On Tuesday, we thought we were finished with the plague. So I made pancakes. It was, after all, Shrove Tuesday, and I thought that pancakes were easy on the stomach (it turns out that they’re not). I burned said pancakes. We had to disconnect two smoke alarms. Chris wandered through the kitchen making foghorn noises, very funny.
The best thing that came out of the burnt pancake fiasco was that the house no longer smelled like vomit, it smelled like burnt pancakes. Burnt pancakes is not an altogether unpleasant smell.
Of course, today, Charlie threw up in the living room and now it smells like vomit and burnt pancakes. That is not a pleasant smell.
Calgon, take me away!
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February is back with a vengeance!! Hope everyone is bundled up and safe.