8 hours. Overrated.

It’s Sunday, April 10^th. All is on the sick mend in our house {finally}. Cali’s cough is minimal, her oxygen levels are on the rise…and she is sleeping without having to be propped up. {YAHOOO!}. I am so ready to waltz into work on a Monday morning with a continuous 4 hours of sleep under my belt. {sarcasm}.

Enter 2:34 am. I awake to a silent little tip toe into mommy’s room. It is Kaia. Poor little thing is complaining that her hips hurt. I pull her into bed with Cali and me. Minutes later, she is crying in her sleep that her hips still hurt. I grab some Tylenol and ice packs and start the infamously requested mommy back scratching, thinking she is having growing pains. Moments later…she has to go to the bathroom. We start walking…when FLARPSHBASCKSH!!!!! PUKE. EVERYWHERE. {Literally}.

Please see definition:

Puke:

intr. & tr.v. puked, puk·ing, pukes

To vomit.

n.

1. The act of vomiting.

2. Vomit.

3. One regarded as disgusting or contemptible.

As we are running to the bathroom with FLARPSHBASCKSH flowing everywhere…I am AGAIN. Drenched. In vomit. {See line 3. In definition}. That makes three times in one week I've been puked on by my darling children...

SICK. Literally. Figuratively. SICK. How it didn’t get on Baby C is beyond me. Daddy came to aid the stank volcanic explosion {while nursing his own illness} in the wee hours of the morning.

The scene upon his arrival:

-          A now, happy baby smiling in her swing

-          Sick, feverish 7 yr old on the couch (chuckling at the now 'comical' explosion)

-          FLARPSHBASCKSH on floor, wall and mommy

-          A physically sleep deprived mommy ready to CrACk

-          Washing machine running. With neatly sorted piles of FLARPSHBASCKSH laundry ready to roll. (With the door closed to ward off our small furry family’s scavenging tendencies).

So right when Kaia is supposed to return to school from her nice Spring break, she gets to stay home another day and be a little couch potato. Thank goodness for our live-in nanny {That shout out is for you Auntie Agex}…or my PTO could be referred to as KTO {Kid Time Off}.

So much for my 4 hours. Sleep is overrated anyway...

Sick Kaia (and buddy Mikka)

Healthy Kaia.





Sick Cali.





Healthy Cali.