For the past 3 days I have become obsessive compulsive with disinfecting everything in sight. Since coming home from seeing The Phantom of the Opera on Saturday night (6 rows from the front!!), I was greeted with a pukey kid.
From Saturday night onward, Emma has had several bouts of nausea that has tested my resolve as a mama. (ha! Resolve. That’s another name that I’m acquainted with these days — it’s the name of a carpet cleaner) I consider myself a pretty compassionate person, but vomiting is where my sympathy draws a line. I’m just tired of having to clean up, wash up, laundry up, and disinfect up everything in sight. I’ve gone through Emma’s bed linens twice in the last 3 days. So far I’ve resisted taking a Lysol wipe to Emma, despite my exhausted and germaphobic state.
I’ve heard that this is a three day flu, which hopefully means we’re at the tail end of it — just in time for Jerry to get sick, of course.
On the bright side of vomiting, who knew that collecting air sickness bags was so interesting? The bag above is from a virtual museum of barf bags, and here’s a site that collects bags from all over the world.