These past two weeks have completely changed my life.

As of February 1st, I am officially back in the “full-time” working world. Yes, I was offered two full-time jobs in the past two weeks and after much deliberation, I decided to accept one of them. It simply was an offer I couldn’t refuse.  It allows me to be 5 minutes from home and allows me to not only work full-time but also most importantly it still allows me to be a mom.  I needed something which took into account my family and children, and I am so fortunate to have found it.

I think I have been driving around more in the last two weeks than I have in the last three years!  From interviews, to meetings, to appointments, it’s been simply crazy.  I have so many pictures on my Nikon which have yet to be downloaded onto my computer and be posted here.  I am hoping now that I have signed the dotted line that I can focus on my other love, which I have missed terribly - blogging about my life.

I hope everyone has been well.  Speaking of which, it seems like we have finally gotten out of our cycle of illnesses.  We have been happy and healthy for weeks!  Hallelujah!

So, let me know how your last two weeks have been going.  Have they been just as crazy as mine?  If your a Capricorn, like me, our horoscope has been calling for big changes, so maybe some others of you have some crazy/cool news for me!

As much as I adore my new washer and dryer, and as much it has helped me this past week with all the pukey laundry, I am giving it a needed vacation.  Yes, this means that I believe the worst is over.  We are now officially at 36 hours with no stomach issues! Yay!

Eddie seems to be feeling much better, as do the rest of us.  I got some much needed sleep last night and didn’t have to wash or clean anything or watch any more Disney movies in the middle of the night. We temporarily switched him to soy milk yesterday and it made all the difference in the world.  For the past month, we have been giving him Lactaid because I was tired of his GI specialist saying that he had “toddler’s diarrhea” for the last year (yeah, that’s a LOT of diarrhea).  My mother suggested he could be lactose intolerant and we decided to try the Lactaid milk.  Amazingly his “toddler’s diarrhea” totally resolved.  He did so well with the lactose-free milk, but once this stomach flu hit, he could no longer tolerate anything milk-based.  The soy milk has made him so much happier, which makes me wonder if we have to stick with soy or if we can go back to the Lactaid now that his stomach has settled.  I just tried the latter a few hours ago and he seems to be back to his old self.  We’ll just have to see if this continues. *crossing my fingers and toes*

Also, thanks to everyone for their well wishes, and for being here for me even though I have been absent.  I have so many hundreds of posts to catch up on in my reader.  I haven’t forgotten about any of you, and I have been itching to get back into the blogging world.  I will be catching up with all of you in these next few days, especially since I am not buried in puke and laundry anymore!

I have three different posts written from this week, which were unexpectedly interrupted for one reason or another. And here I am with this post today…

It all started with my husband’s ominous words: “I think I am getting sick.”

I hate those words.

We’ve been relatively healthy for the past few weeks, and my husband was the only one to escape the carnage of sicknesses past. However, a few days ago his statement came true. He had a head cold - sniffling, sneezing, etc. Usually not a big deal.

With bleach and Purell in my arsenal, I began disinfecting the entire house to attempt to prevent any further casualties. I washed my hands so many times that I am now sporting the no-moisturizer-can-help-me hands.

All seemed to be going well until 1:30am on Monday night.

I heard Brad coughing in his room. As I ran in to see if he was alright, he threw up all over his bed. No fever, no sniffly nose… I think it must have been something he ate. After a bath, changing the bed, and starting the laundry, we settled in under a blanket in the living room with a Disney movie. At around 4am I was certain it was something he ate because he felt fine.

Tuesday, Brad was feeling great, but Eddie woke up with a diaper explosion at 6am. He had some mad diarrhea all day long. Again I thought - He must have eaten the same bad thing. No sniffly nose, no fever, so he’s not sick. Just some bad food, right?

Wednesday, I began to doubt myself. In the middle of the night, Eddie started throwing up. Another bath, bed change, and Disney movie. Hmmm… maybe this wasn’t a food thing. Now, I started feeling queasy - probably sympathy nausea.

Today, I woke with a stuffy nose and sneezing. Eddie was still throwing up and Brad, thankfully, was fine. Eddie started taking some fluids today but the moment he bit into a cracker I had to start the laundry again.

About an hour ago my husband came home and I couldn’t find him. I walked into the bathroom to see him worshiping the porcelain god. Damn.

And so we come full circle…

Husband with a head cold and now stomach flu…

Brad with something bad that he ate…

Eddie with the stomach flu which he passed on to my husband…

And me with the head cold that my husband so lovingly gave me.

I am so done with being sick. I can’t wait to look back on this and laugh… “remember when we were sick all the time?” Yeah, I can’t wait for this to become a laughable memory.