After one day of respite, the barf-a-thon is back with a vengeance. Darwyn and Max recovered quickly from their sickness a couple days ago -- they each threw up one or twice more after my previous post and settled down easily for bed that evening.
Greta and I went out for dinner last night while Gramma Jean watched the kids. Then we took the kids to Waterloo Park to look at the lights with Anne, Sue, and Jeff. All seemed well. But later that night we were both in very rough shape. Worse, our au pairs also caught the bug. They were supposed to watch the kids for 8 hours today. But instead they've been holing up in their room, trying to recover.
We've been struggling with the kids today. Greta got up with the kids (as usual) and lasted until 9am on her own before she needed my help. Fortunately, my sickness abated enough for me to take care of them for the late morning and early afternoon while Greta slept. I'm still weak and frail, but I only threw up once last night and I'm in much, much better shape than Greta. The kids are both fit as fiddles.
We're optimistic that we'll be able to sleep tonight and that we'll be in good shape tomorrow.
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