So while I am still miserable with my cold, I do have to say that I have found one advantage: a diminished sense of smell can be a good thing when you have two one year olds. And by diminished I mean I can't smell a thing.
Last night I was having trouble sleeping and decided to go check on the kids and make sure they were covered up. First, I covered Ethan. Then, I went to cover Gracyn. As usual, she was laying on her blanket . I reached down to carefully pull it out and immediately fealt cold wetness. You guessed it, she had puked all over her bed.
I went downstairs to get my husband who had fallen asleep on the couch watching tv. As soon, as he hit the stairs he smelled the puke. I never smelled a thing. (Although, if I would have I possibly could have avoided sticking my hand in it). Not being able to smell came in handy while I changed her pjs, washed the puke out of her hair, cleaned the sheets enough to put in the washer (you don't want to know), and started the laundry. Rebecca (who is thankfully still snowed in with us) and Andy were also assisting in all the commotion and informed me that the smell was very bad.
Meanwhile, Ethan had also woken up and apparently unattached his diaper somehow and peed all over his bed. So, we got to change his jammies and sheets too.
Long night! I finally got in be about 11:30 pm, but then was worried Gracyn might puke again so was up much longer.
Today my non-existent sense of smell also came in handy. Both kids had diarrhea. I couldn't smell a thing.
They both don't feel very good and I am hoping they don't get my cold.
My evening was nice. Andy made Groundhogs day dinner: homemade beef sasage patties, mashed potatoes and gravy, sourkraut, and homemade cinnamon apples sauce from scratch. For desert he made snow ice cream.
Hoping to feel better tomorrow!
Breanna