Well, it's been a few weeks, hasn't it? We've taken a serious hit in the last three weeks, as the plague has passed through the family. The Husband started three weeks ago with a cold that just kept getting worse. For two straight weeks. The Boy fell next, puking at 12:30 am with a fever of 102. Then I came down with a mider version of it. The Girl has just been lurking around the house for a week, sniffling and complaining that her nose is "leaking".
Now, for most families, this wouldn't be so bad, but our family operates as The Team. I'm in charge of bringing food home, packing it away, and cooking it. The Husband is in charge of cleaning up afterward. I can clean and put clutter away, but it doesn't really look good until he tidies it. And he does all the laundry. (Apparently, there's a system, so I only screw it up when I try to help.) When a child pukes in the middle of the night, I'm in charge of cleaning the child, and he's in charge of cleaning the bed. In under 4 minutes, the kid is clean and back in a clean bed. We're a machine. It's a product of having twins. Pure self-defense.
The Team is golden until someone gets sick, and then we each get a refresher course on what the other one does. I always lock up the house at bed time. He always throws out yesterday's paper. I always make more granola. He always makes the coffee in the morning. Ahhh. Life is good. My man makes the coffee...
2 comments:
No, no, no - the First Responder must do all the clean-up, so you are not both exposed to the germs.
And why do they always, always throw up in bed? Hmmm?
But the faster you get them settled back down, the more likely they are to a) refrain from puking again and/or b) puke in a nice bucket instead of on the floor. Containment is key.
Besides, the swearing usually wakes up The Husband anyway. Y'know, that, and I'm not allowed to use the washer. ;)
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