It happens EVERY time.
You would think we would know by now, but we forget. Or we think that this time it will be different. It surely couldn’t happen again.
But it does.
Boatman was asked to work on a fishing charter this morning. He used to work for them full time, but left because although he loved the work, the hours were awful and he never saw the kids. Occasionally though, he still does some week end work for them.
It’s a win-win situation for everyone. They get a cockswain, Boatman gets time on the water, and we get paid for it. Like I said, win-win.
Except that every time it happens, someone gets sick. And not just sniffles and feeling a bit ordinary sick; it’s always Gastro, and it’s either me, or two or more of the kids.
Thankfully, this time, I missed it. But at 3 o clock this morning Taylah woke up because she had had diarrhoea in her sleep. Always pleasant to wake up to I assure you.
Then half an hour later it was vomit. The poor kid was in so much pain, and couldn’t sleep, I set her up on the couch with The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle, which I had taped from the TV last night, thinking it would be a good holiday movie.
I don’t know how long after that it was Bailey who woke up. I was sound asleep, and it was Boatman that changed the sheets, cleaned him up, and set him up on the couch with Taylah, both of them holding bowls on their lap.
It took us both a while to get back to sleep, and just as we drifted off, the alarm went. Fishing charters leave early, but quarter past 4 seemed a bit extreme.
As Boatman tried to work out why his iPhone was reading a different time from every other clock in the house, I remembered someone on Twitter saying something about changing their clocks today. (There is no daylight savings in the NT.) It seems that the phone thought that perhaps we lived in Adelaide instead. From reading on Face Book this morning, I now know we weren’t the only ones.
So boatman is off at work, and I am at home with two sick, and very over tired kids, trying to keep them awake until nap time after lunch, so that everyone (including me and boatman who should be back by then) can sleep at the same time.
Add to the mix one well, but bored child, and a happy, well baby, who is not impressed that everyone else is getting cuddles from her mummy.
Like I said, this happens every time he goes, but this morning I got the added bonus of cat wee! That’s right, I called in the first fifteen minutes, and not only did I get a day full of washing sheets and towels, I also got a basket full of freshly washed clothes awaiting ironing, peed on by the cat, absolutely free! I think I even got the extra stinky urine.
Seeing as my washing machine is completely overworked, I actually rolled up my sleeves (figuratively speaking; it’s far too hot in Darwin for sleeves) and hand washed all the stinky clothes, rinsing them in about two gallons of fabric softener. My hands feels all dry and pruney, but the clothes no longer stink. Plus I do feel very productive, and like I would have survived quite easily 100 years ago. (Providing of course that they had fabric softener, and a hose so I didn’t have to drug my heavy buckets from the well.)
The down side is no spin dry, and so it is entirely possible that with all the sheets, quilts and clothes, I may run out of line space, because it is rather over cast today, instead of sunny like it has been all week.
But of course that’s cause Boatman is off chartering.
This ALWAYS happens.
But seeing as fishing is something he loves, and that is indeed bringing us extra money today, I refuse to begrudge him it. I will not blame the fishing.
No, I will blame the dog.
The thing is, he probably wouldn’t have gone today if it wasn’t for the dog. On Tuesday afternoon, Angel ran out of her yard and savagely attacked a small terrier. Being responsible pet owners, (and all around nice people), we paid the exorbitant bill to have little Ebbi fixed. This meant that boatman didn’t go fishing yesterday with Bailey (as he had planned), but instead jumped at the opportunity to work for the extra money.
So because of the dog, the cat weed on the clothes, the kids got Gastro, my hands are pruney, and I’m sitting here with a sick little boy watching Finding Nemo again!
Oh and I also have hay-fever. And pimples on my chin. Give me time and I’ll find a way to blame that on the dog too.
And now I can’t think of any clever way to finish this off and tie it all together. Probably because of lack of sleep, and coffee. But I’m blaming it on the dog.
PS I appear to have failed. Bailey has fallen asleep on the couch. *Sigh* There goes my nap.
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