......which would be vomit.
The past three days have been oh-so-fun. Adrian started the fun with some throwing up and other....things. He needed me to lay down with him every waking minute of the day, of course.
That impeded my ability to clean the house - and believe me when I say the house needed cleaning.
Last night, I stayed up til 3 AM. Cleaning. I mopped the floors. The dishes were done. The counters were scrubbed. The floor was picked up (dog toys). Etc.
At 6 AM, I was awakened to the sound of retching. From Alex. Now, with Adrian, I can explain to him that he has a stomach bug and he will get better, and he gets it. He hates it, but he gets it. Alex, on the other hand, is mentally delayed. The 'Why?' aspect of things eludes him. It about broke my heart when he was standing there just shaking and retching and looking at me with this face....oh my gosh... He told me his back hurt, his tummy hurt, his head hurt....he wanted me to lay down with him....which is a big thing because Alex has some Autistic tendencies - one of them being that he does not like to be cuddled much. He's getting better with it, but still.....he wanted me to lay down with him, so I knew he was miserable.
Between 6 AM and now, he has thrown up three times. (I won't talk about the other issues.) I've mopped. I've done laundry. I've.....okay.....you get the idea.
THEN....Jesse calls me to ask me what I'm doing for Adrian's Halloween costume (he has a party to go to tonight), and by the way, he has diarrhea and he's nauseous. WHAT THE.....OH, COME ON! Dang it!
Feel free to lavish me with pity. (Well, not really. If *I* get the cooties, then you can...)