There is a strange creature living in our house at the moment.
He looks a lot like our sweet little boy Aaron, but this kid is mad as hell all the time and hot to the touch. Also, he walks around the house vomiting and screaming, while grown-ups follow with strange machines. It’s like a low-budget horror movie with no plot.
We are being visited by a lovely rotavirus, or norovirus, or something similar. No one else has it as of now, and if we make it through tomorrow afternoon we’re probably in the clear.
Our Bissell Little Green, always a useful household item but critical at times like these, has been moved from the utility closet to the bathroom counter to enable rapid deployment:
Clothes, couch cushions, carpet, sheets, blankets, stuffed animals, pillowcases, and pillows have all gotten it. Yes, we have a bucket at the ready all the time. No, it doesn’t help much.
It struck about two hours after he finished his very most favorite meal in the world (tacos) on Sunday night. I really hope the illness doesn’t ruin that for him. He eats nothing else so enthusiastically.
As of this writing, Aaron’s dinner has been down for three and a half hours. That is by far the best he’s done, so keep your fingers crossed. Also, he just smiled at me for the first time since Sunday night. Perhaps the curse has lifted.
Hang in there, little man.
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My thoughts and sympathies are with the little guy. Here’s hoping your HVAC vents remain unsullied.
Sigh. Thanks. I’m hoping that he leaves the HVAC vents out of the onslaught, too. (One of the funniest, yet grossiest blogs, I’ve ever read, btw.) He seems to have hit everything else, though. He got the couch for the second time today. He, also managed to take out a few toys, too. I’ve resigned myself to cleaning the entire carpet randomly two square feet at a time…
They should make a cleaning robot for that sort of task. The Pyookba? Hurlba?
Barfba! Good idea, J.
Alas, the saga continues. Tonight closes day 4. He’s had pockets of several hours in which he’s seemed like his old self, so we’re hopeful we’re near the end of the curse.
Even green around the gills, that’s one handsome little dude.
Must have gotten his mama’s looks. Coz you still have yours.
Suzie
Heh – shucks. Thanks, sweetie.
I’ve said it many times: I’m glad they have a good-looking mommy.