My week went something like this:
Monday Morning: 8 year old Buttercup complained of a stomach ache. I heard a bug was being passed around the school, so I kept her home. By noon, she was running around crazy. I should have sent her to school.
Tuesday Morning: 3 year old Caboose complained of a stomach ache. I was not going to be fooled again. Thirty minutes into preschool, I received a call. He puked all over the coloring table. (by noon - he was running around crazy feeling fine).
Wednesday Afternoon: 3 year old Caboose did a Face Plant on the wood floor. I spent the rest of the day in Urgent Care and just plain worrying about him.
Thursday Morning: A dentist trip relieved my mind - nothing too serious with the Face Plant. His permanent teeth appear to be fine. However, his other baby tooth will probably turn dark.
Friday Night: The Caboose woke up crying. His bed, pillow, and other items were covered in puke.
Saturday Morning: Spent the day running errands, selling Girl Scout Cookies, freaking out because I didn't have enough Thin Mints. Came home to kids with diahrrea.
Sunday Morning: More diahrrea
Sunday Afternoon: The Caboose has an outbreak of hives.
Monday Morning: All seems clear. No hives, no sickies. I think I'm home free so make a trip to IKEA with my sister-in-law (it's only my 2nd trip there EVER).
Monday Afternoon: My mother-in-law calls to say The Caboose is covered in hives again. She doses him up with more Benadryl - doubling the dose I had given him before. I come home to a spotty, but sleepy kid.
Tuesday Morning: All clear again - no hives, no diarrhea, no puking, no more missing teeth. I think we survived, barely.