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Sick of Being Sick II

 I pretended I was asleep when Sawyer came in our room this morning.  Twice.  Is that the same thing as lying?  The third time, he gave up waiting for me to "wake-up" and just climbed onto the bed.  Two seconds later, Fischer popped onto the bed as well.  Quiet time was over.  Well, it hadn't actually been quiet.  The girls had been yelling my name through the wall for at least five minutes.  I was hoping they would change their minds and go back to sleep.  So far that has never worked.  

Once we are up, we are full throttle ahead.  It doesn't matter what time of morning it is.  In fact, Sawyer had already woke me up at 1:30 in the morning because he was thirsty, and was as loud and chatty as if it was 1:30 in the afternoon.  I had to remind him that it was still the middle of the night and he would need to settle back into bed.  Thirty seconds later he was out like a rock.  

When the girls get up, they both want to be held.  Exclusively by me.  If I happen to try sitting, they want full lap rights.  They are begrudgingly willing to share, but only if there is no touching.  If I do sit down, the boys feel like it's an invitation for them to stake claim over part of my lap as well.  The no touching rule stays intact.  It gets pretty tricky.  And hot.  Once I start sweating, I throw everybody off, and it's time to make breakfast.  

Cuddle time has been extra demanding this week because the stomach bug has hit us hard.  I have been barfed on by three of the four kids in the last week.  I'm waiting for my trophy.  Number four hasn't gotten the stomach thing yet, but has a cold.  Everyone is feeling some kind of puny.  We have fallen slowly like dominoes, and it's taking for-ev-er to get through the rotation.  I thought we might be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel tonight, but we just had another round with one of the girls, so we march on.  

Through this week I've reaffirmed that kids are gross.  As soon as somebody vomits, my boys are like, "What was it, what did you puke up?!" And they're serious.  They actually want to know if you could identify stuff.  I'm flushing as fast as I can so we don't have to look at it, and they want to take a magnifying glass into the bathroom with them.  

Science.

Their dad is so proud.  

Everything is a teachable moment.  Hello homeschool.  

Shoot some prayers our way that this finally passes. Or just send in the reinforcements.  Either way, we'll take it.    

  

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