24 Hours I'd Like to Never Relive

Well, it happened.  Vomitting sick kid #1 while on my own solo parenting Monday-Friday.  But unfortunately, the fun times didn't end with just that.

Yesterday Sam and Anna went to our old daycare because our current daycare provider was sick.  Sam reportedly did not fall asleep during nap, which I can believe quite easily, with the change in day cares for the day.  He's the one that is most affected by change, and less able to roll with the punches.  Unfortunately he's also the child of mine that really requires a nap to function well.

Besides being a little sensitive and attention seeking once we got home, he wasn't horribly behaved though.  For dinner we had his current favorite- tortellini with red sauce.  He (as well as Anna) ate a ton of tortellini, something that is not unusual by any means.  After dinner though, he started complaining that his tummy hurt.  I thought he made had just gorged a little and needed to go to the bathroom.  But minutes after tucking him in to bed for the night, that tortellini and red sauce reappeared all over his bed.  I got him into the bathroom for the second and third episodes, and the fourth was in a bucket in his bed, so I actually fared pretty well in the clean up department.  I am very glad that it wasn't in the middle of the night and I didn't have to clean up everything then. Sam has actually never thrown up at home before, so I've never witnessed it.  Before yesterday, he had only vomited once before and that was at daycare. 

Red sauce: an unfortunate choice for dinner last night.

After that, Sam ended up waking up almost every half hour all night long.  Fearing more vomit, I rushed in every time, which I'm sure didn't help with the frequency.  He never vomited again, but asked for water every time.  I was torn about what to do for the following day- because I wasn't convinced it was the flu.  He had no fever.  Overtiredness and gorging on food is not a reason to stay home from daycare, IMO.  I was already taking the day off of work because I had gotten notified that afternoon about two house showings occurring then and I didn't know when and how I was going to clean everything  in such short notive while taking care of Sam and Anna and working.   Then Sam throwing up added another layer of difficulty.  I wanted to keep Sam home from daycare with me the next day if he was really sick but yet a.) the showings would have meant eliminating his nap that day too, and b.) how on earth was I going to make my home spotless with a sick and vomiting 2 year old that I'm sure would need constant mama-ing?

I am really looking forward to living near family after this crazy period of our lives is over so that I am not all on my own when stuck in situations like this.

So mom of the year award goes to me- since he didn't have a fever at night or in the morning and hadn't thrown up since the initial episodes, I sent him to daycare anyway (yes, less than 24 hours after he threw up multiple times).  Now I am even more sure that he got sick because of a combination of being very overtired and overeating so I feel a little better about my choice, but I still feel guilty about it.  After bringing Sam and Anna to daycare at 7 am after a night of waking up every half hour (and not truly falling asleep until almost 1 am) I hardcore cleaned until the house showings.

Fun times.  Fun times.  And I thought trying to teach kindergartners extremely sleep deprived and with caffeine shakes was a challenge- making your bed while extremely sleep deprived when all you want to do is climb in it because it looks so cozy and the house is so quiet takes supreme willpower.

But the fun doesn't end.  Because then the last showing locked me out of my own house.  We do have spare keys in a secret location under a stone outside... but because of the major freezing rain in the past 24 hours, the location was frozen solid.  I used a mallet from our garage to try to pry it loose... and only succeeded in creating flying projectiles of pieces of rock towards my face.  Yes, one hit me on the face and it hurt. I gave up and called our realtor to ask her nicely if she would come let us in. 

So vomiting, lack of sleep, two house showings midweek with less than 24 hours notice, getting locked out of the house and work drama from trying to take the day off (I'm omitting the details of that on here). 

You can bet this mama had a glass of wine after the kids went to bed tonight. 

It seems like I always get locked out of something when my husband is gone though, so at least I've got that out of the way now, right?

Now tomorrow we've got a winter storm warning (More freezing rain!  9 inches of snow!  Gusting winds blowing the snow over the glare ice!  Yay!)so I'll be trudging precariously to work 40 minutes away after dropping off my little ones at daycare at 7 am (I am doubtful of a third snow day off a school this year).  The fun never stops!