It has not been a good weekend.
We started out okay, taking advantage of the snow by taking 30 minutes to get bundled up to play outside.
Only to come back in after about 10 minutes.
Holdy and I had a spa day while GB napped.
But then come afternoon, the restlessness set in and the horror started. The whining. The requests. The crying. The dog crapping on the floor in protest. The fighting. The throwing the little brother down the stairs.
Day Two has only gotten worse.
As in diarrhea and vomiting worse.
Poor GB’s diet is about 85% whole milk. So you can imagine the consistency. And smell.
Amidst multiple loads of laundry and steam cleaning the carpet about four times, I also had to find time to help out with the shoveling so the neighbors didn’t think I was a huge jerk.
Fortunately, “Pukey” went down for a nice long nap so I could shovel while Holdy literally played in the street. Unfortunately, my right shoulder is slightly dislocated so shoveling is absolutely miserable. Thank god for neighbors with snow blowers.
Now we’re all camped out on the couch watching “Iron Giant.” The plows finally came down our street and there’s only about four hours until bedtime. I think we can do this.
Fingers crossed that Holdy’s school is open tomorrow. It’s not looking good.