The girls are on Spring break this week. After a whirlwind trip to visit the grandparents that included a trip to Busch Gardens, pedicures and dinners out I thought they would be bored sitting at home.
Luckily Allie had an idea of how to pass the time. She got the stomach bug. The good kind that arrives at midnight one day and leaves by midnight the next.
Why, oh why, do throw up bugs never arrive when it is daylight? Seriously, I am thinking it is some kind of conspiracy.
Why, oh why, when you place the bucket right next to their heads children miss the bucket entirely and proceed to hit everything else in the room? Again, conspiracy.
When I couldn't convince Allie that moaning that she didn't feel good was not helping, I joined her. Not in acquiring the bug but in the moaning that I was tired and couldn't we just lay there....
Speaking of laying there, why oh why can children only sleep comfortably if they are on top of you and to achieve the most comfort they have to be obscuring your airway? Or your bladder?
Boo on the other hand is having the time of her life. She is hitting Allie on the head saying "et up" (her version of wake up). Husband tried to do laundry. When tried, I mean he put the clothes through the wash. It was folding with Boo's help that kind of messed up his process.
That and Boo's insistence that the puppy should be covered with the clean clothes.
It just so happens that this is their vacation fall on most of my husband's off days. Leaving him home with them and me....well
Why oh why do I escape to work? Because I can! (Sorry husband!)