It started off as a lovely weekend celebrating the new year with friends. On New Year's Eve, me & the kids went over to visit The Geist's. Wendy made chili and cornbread and we had some prosecco while Sydney, Ivy, Silas & Zoe toodled around. We hang out so frequently that we never take pictures anymore! We will definitely have to get one of the two sets of twins together at our next playdate.
On New Year's Day, The Deeks had an open house. We went early in the day so that Derek could join us. Becky & Jay have two adorable little girls, Sylvie, 3 and Margeaux, 7 months. Silas & Zoe had fun checking out Sylvie & Margeaux and all their toys.
We couldn't stay too long because 3/4 of my family goes to bed after lunch, but it was so fun to go visiting first thing in the new year.
On Saturday night I went out for dinner with my friends Iris and Kristin. I figured out a few months ago that I can pretty easily get out of the house between 7:30 and 10:30pm -- S&Z are down by 7:30 and Derek doesn't leave for work until 10:30. He is in bed sleeping until after 9:00, but I can just quietly open the bedroom door and slip the baby monitor onto the dresser. It was a brilliant realization, and one that has allowed me to go out for dinner with Iris three times since September! Kristin & Iris made it easy for me and headed over to Roslindale where we had a (mediocre) dinner at a local italian restaurant. Take home message: don't go out for dinner on New Year's Day, when the best chefs have the night off :) These dinners are more about good company and taking a break from the daily grind, and less about the food. But I was still really peeved that the food was so bad! Sorry Iris, next time you choose the restaurant :)
Earlier in the day on Saturday I had a text from Wendy saying that Sydney had come down with a stomach bug and that she hoped we didn't get it. I poo-poo'd it and wrote her back that hopefully it was just teething. Both Sydney and Zoe have some crazy molar teething going on right now which can wreck havoc with a kids body. I thought for sure it must be teething.
That is, until Sunday morning. I was awakened by Silas SCREAMING at 6:15am. I have been blessed with two really good overnight sleepers. They wake up close to 7am these days and they are always in really good moods, talking and playing until I go in to get them. When I picked Silas up on this particular morning I discovered that he was covered in vomit. A very good reason to be screaming, I would say. Within 5-10 minutes I realized that I wasn't feeling well either. We had definitely been hit by a GI bug. (To see pix of S&Z around this time last year when they had a bug, click here)
It is one of those days that I would like to forget. It is one of those days that I felt VERY sorry for myself. Being sick yourself is one thing, having a sick kid (or two) is another. Being sick AND having a sick kid AND solo parenting 15-month-old twins is nothing short of a nightmare. After being alone with them in the morning for 1+ hours while Derek did our weekly BJ's run, I started questioning how I would survive the day after Derek went to bed. Derek walked in the door and I burst into tears, saying I didn't think I could do it and I needed to see if Julia was around to help out. Unfortunately she wasn't. I commented at one point that it could be worse, Silas could be projectile vomiting, they could both be sick, etc.
What do you think happens next?
Let's just say that he's such a good kid that he leaned right over a toy bin which caught 98% of it. And thanks to Sprout TV we survived the rest of the day. We don't have the TV on when S&Z are awake, outside of a quick check of the weather or a sports exception. I am a reasonable person, however,.and can recognize when reinforcements are needed. I laid down on the living room floor and they played around me and were at times mesmerized by Sesame Street and Barney.
Thank you PBS for providing good quality programming for kids, so that I didn't need to feel guilty about letting them watch TV in a time of need.
I have stuck to the BRAT diet for all 3 of us since dinner last night and that seems to be keeping things calmed down on all fronts. I completely expected to be dealing with vomiting children in the middle of the night. I was sooooo happy when they slept from 7pm-7am, without a peep. After I put them to bed last night I plopped my feverish, achey body on the couch for 2+ hours and watched "Eat Pray Love". It was a rewarding end of a hellish day.
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