We woke up near noontime the Friday after we got back from San Antonio. It was perfect timing because Mario’s off on Fridays. We chilled out, sorted through our luggage (I gave him the cap and T-shirt we brought him–he loved them!), watched the end of Enchanted because the kids and I didn’t get to finish watching it the night before while on the way home and then Mom sent us to get chicken for the family. She and my in-laws were going to watch the kids while Mario and I went on a date.
We drove around in circles for what felt like forever and finally decided to try BJ’s Brewhouse, a new-ish restaurant. We were originally going to go to Chili’s, one of my faves, but we wanted to try something new so we went there.
It’s a gorgeous place; kind of an upscale sports bar. Mario falls in love immediately when he realizes they specialize in beer LOL. As I’m flipping through the menu I’m sort of freaking out…the prices are insane! Almost every dish is $20. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good meal, but man, that’s just a little exaggerated!
Mario gets his beer and I get a Strawberry Daiquiri. We decide to get a spinach and artichoke pizza. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. That pizza was SO WORTH the price!! I want some right now…
We picked Mario’s paycheck up after dinner and went to Walmart to cash it since all the banks were closed by then. We shopped around a bit and then I think we went home.
If I remember correctly I paid bills the next morning, went to see Gramma, and then Mom, the kiddos and I met Mario and his friend Manny (who was visiting) at Burger King for lunch. He told us all about his job; which he made sound peachy and all but I still wouldn’t be okay with Mario being away for so long. Mario was actually thinking for some time about going with Manny, but we talked about it and decided it wasn’t in the best interest of our family, regardless of how much money he’d be making.
I can’t remember much from Sunday. I think this is the day I decided to stay home and clean.
Monday (June 23rd) was spent lazying around most of the morning and then John took me to Kumori while Mom watched the kiddos. It was delicious as always. We joked around and enjoyed our food (neither of us had had sushi in quite a while) and then we went to the mall for a stroll. We were browsing around in Game Stop when mom called on my cell. She asks if we’re on our way yet–Alaethia’s been throwing up non-stop. Oh gosh. My poor baby. Her first encounter with vomit, ever. We weren’t sure if it was a stomach virus or if she’d caught Matthew’s Strep. One of the first symptoms he’d had was vomiting. We rush home as soon as I hang up with Mom.
I get home and sure enough, the unmistakable stench of vomit seems as though it’s penetrated the walls. Alaethia’s seems to be in good spirits, though. I get to washing everything, because Mom of course just tossed everything into a lovely, smelly pile. I’m gagging the whole time, because as I’ve mentioned tons of times on this site, vomit is not my forte as a parent.
I ask Mom if Alaethia puked on my sofas, because I notice the throw blanket that she loves to snuggle with was covered in puke. She says no. Once I’m done getting everything into the laundry I scoop Alaethia up in my arms and fall into the sofa with her. And just as we hit the sofa the nasty smell of vomit poofs up into the air. Alaethia had indeed vomited on most of the sofa but Mom didn’t want to tell me. She didn’t have to, I smelled it! It took tons of the cleaner they gave us at Furniture Row and about half a bottle of Febreeze to make the smell come out!
It’s later in the evening and Alaethia starts getting warm. Mary’s holding her while I administer the Motrin. She hated it but took it anyway. Mary’s still holding her while she, Mario and I are talking in the kitchen and Alaethia starts vomiting violently. I feel so bad for her; she’s so helpless and little and all the while Mary’s leaning her over the trash can, Alaethia’s desperately reaching for me. My poor girl.
I took her to the doctor the next morning and her Strep culture’s negative so it’s most likely a virus. They prescribed the usual: Pedialyte and Motrin and just wait it out. I don’t even get the Pedialyte at the pharmacy because they don’t have the non-flavored one (to mix with juice) and buying the flavored ones they do have is a waste of money. She never drinks them. So we give her Gatorade (which was hard enough to give her, much less the crackers and soup) and when she became really desperate, watered-down milk.
She didn’t throw up anymore but she had constant diarrhea. We’d never gone through so many diapers.
Mario gets home from work and we’re talking when Jaylen rushes to the bathroom because he’s got a tummy ache. Sure enough he missed the toilet by an inch and threw up all over the bathroom mat and anything in a three-foot radius. We get him cleaned up and into bed and put a wastebasket near his bed just in case. I disinfect everything with Lysol and throw out the rug completely.
As we’re getting into bed we hear Jaylen throwing up violently, again. We rush to his bedroom and once again he didn’t even have time to lean over towards the wastebasket; he threw up all over his Transformers comforter. We clean him up, roll everything up, throw it into the washer and get him new sheets. I’m trying to be extremely careful and try not to breathe in anything or touch anything without washing my hands. I spray everything down with Lysol again and as I’m changing the trash bag inside the wastebasket I see Mario leaning in to give Jaylen a kiss on the cheek. Uh oh.
I’ve got Eenan keeping himself separate from the other kids and it’s extremely hard for him since he wants to be with Alaethia all the time. Alaethia’s still got diarrhea but her appetite’s getting a little better. I feel so bad for Jaylen. He asks if he can play Game Cube and I say of course. I get him the controller and he props himself up and starts to play. I went into the room to check on him about 10 minutes later and he was asleep with the controller in his hands. Poor baby.
Mario calls around 12 noon and tells me he’s caught the bug; he’d already thrown up three times. He was on his way home.
He quarantined himself in our bedroom and I spent most of the day tending to my sickies and cleaning up. I don’t think I’d done more laundry or used up more Lysol and Clorox cleaning wipes in my life! Jaylen threw up at least 3 more times that day and he got diarrhea. I’d noticed that with this virus, once you got diarrhea the vomiting was over.
Mario’s such a big kid; if I went 10 minutes without checking on him, and if he was awake, he’d moan, “Ohhh…no one cares about me…” LOL
Mario’s week of vacation was supposed to start the next day, Thursday, but we laugh that he began half a day early. Certainly not the way he wanted to, though.
I kept wondering when the bug was going to hit me, since I was the one who’d had contact with everyone. I was sort of hoping that if I was going to get sick for the brunt of it to be that Wednesday and wear off for Thursday, because I had a dinner date with the girls and wasn’t going to miss it for the world. I don’t know how I dodged the bullet (obsessive hand-washing, perhaps?) but I didn’t get sick at all. Neither did Eenan.
Mario felt much better Thursday and so did Jaylen, thank goodness. Alaethia still had mild diarrhea but at least her appetite was back. Mario wouldn’t watch them alone, my mom and in-laws were there to help. So I left to meet the girls at night feeling okay; not as guilty as I thought I would.
My first stop before meeting the girls at Olive Garden was at Conn’s, where I would pay for a third of what I got Mario’s camera for. Turns out I had to re-sign and do the contract all over again since the guy who originally worked on my account wasn’t there anymore. So I couldn’t give them a payment on that day, or for another two weeks.
Karina was already at Olive Garden so we ordered our drinks (I got a Strawberry Mango margarita) and just had a good time chatting. Carmen got there next and then Sally did. We ordered our food and ate and had great conversation. It’s great getting together with them. It doesn’t happen often so when we do get a chance to meet up we’re bursting with stuff to talk about. Sometimes I feel like we don’t get to talk enough! There are only so many hours that a restaurant stays open, for example. Olive Garden closes at 10…we were still there at 10:30! Our waiters were nice and patient and even took photos for us.
I can’t stress enough how awesome it is to have these girls back in my life. And I’ve got Myspace to thank for it!
