The mighty in our family have fallen. Scarlett got sick 2 weeks ago. But we survived pretty much unscathed (India and I both felt queasy and tired a day later, and that was it).
But then … Clive was struck down last Friday on the way home from 4 days at Falls Creek … a good 2 weeks later. He thought it might have been the chicken sandwich he had for lunch – which combined with the windy trip down the mountain followed by fish and chips at the bottom did seem plausible. He felt so bad he had to stop and so he and the kids checked in to a motel at Millawa and did the long haul drive down the Hume the following morning (au revoir $200).
I kept a wide berth. But I half believed Clive’s take on the sitch … And did allow the kids to have sleepovers and live in the pockets of their friends for the following 24 hours.
Fortunately India had come back from her sleepover on Sunday at 2pm when she went to get a drink and unexpectedly vomited in the kitchen sink (ew!). I quickly sent Lola home hoping that we weren’t spreading the love. I wasn’t optimistic.
But iron-guts Jemima … It truly didn’t cross my mind that she’d get it. Which in hindsight was foolish. The phone call at 9pm Sunday announcing that Jemima had chucked up on her friends kitchen floor (ew! ew!) was more of a shock than it probably should have been.
So, with 2 weeks off work I spent Sunday night to Wednesday nursing the darlings back to good health. Although they were only violently ill for 12 hours it took them 2 more days to start eating properly and stop sleeping all the time.
On Wednesday when we were nearly mended I plucked up the courage to contact our potential victims … Fortunately we don’t seem to have infected anyone else at this stage. Which is just plain lucky if you ask me.
So, what did I do with myself in my housebound world? Apart from a mountain of washing? Great that you asked, because I kicked butt in the tidying stakes!
I cleaned the girls room top to toe. I found a place for everything, including Scarlett’s birthday present dream catcher that we bought in the Art4All gallery shop. And I created a junk box. My plan is that everything in it is going in the bin if it hasn’t found a home by the end of the holidays.
Then I spent 2 days in India’s room. Hello desk … It’s nice to see you again!
And finally I booked a hard rubbish collection with Council for two weeks time and put the broken washing machine and dryer on Gumtree for free (amazing that after a month in the garden they were picked up within a couple of hours of my ad going live).
To finish off my hard work, this weekend I am giving lessons on ‘weekly room cleaning for primary school children’.
It’s going to be real-life hard-core stuff (happy to instruct other children in the 8-12 bracket at the same time if you’d like).
It goes like this:
1. Wipe all benches, bookshelves, bed ends and desks (a friendly little welcome to the world of less is best).
Then 2. Dust, 3. Vacuum, and 4. Mop.
I am sick (not gastro sick but bloody sick) of doing it all myself.
And next week? Next week I look forward* to stepping out of the house a bit more often. And I can’t wait for children’s bedrooms that magically clean themselves …
* really, really, REALLY!