The pukey and the powerless

I was so looking forward to this weekend. The only thing we had planned was a birthday party on Saturday and some slip-n-sliding at the neighbors' sometime. The weekend had other plans, though.

At 4:00 on Friday afternoon, our power went out due to a nasty storm that blew through. No biggie, right? Well, it wouldn't have been if my dumbass darling husband hadn't invited the powerless and propane-less neighbors over for an impromptu cookout. On top of feeling like poo, I had to get dressed, be hospitable, and entertain people. Awesome. To his credit, B realized almost immediately that inviting the neighbors over was a poor choice and he spent the bulk of the evening apologizing to me behind their backs.

Once the neighbors left (at nine o'-freaking-clock!) I got W to bed, took my various drugs, and passed out, as there was nothing else to do except sit in the dark. Sleeping was rather pointless because there were loud, obnoxious trucks driving up and down the street all.night.long. I happened to be woken up by one of them right around 2:30. At the same time, I got a text from Michelle telling me that the power was back on. It was not. Apparently her street (the next one over from ours) and the other side of my street were restored, but we were not. Awesome.

Fast forward to about 9:00 Saturday morning. W starts throwing up. I have never seen anything as pitiful as a two-year-old giving me puppy dog eyes while saying "I cick" (I sick), "tummy cick" (tummy sick), and "I cuke" (I puke). The boy was hot, sick, and miserable. The electric company was telling me that the estimated restoration time was 6:00 PM on Saturday. Rather than making my sick kid suffer in the 90 degree heat and 3,000% humidity, I packed up the boys and headed to my mom's. I found out when we got to Grandma's that both she and my sister had been puking as well.

Quick aside. B and I have decided that R is a plague rat. Every major illness that has gone through our family (immediate and extended) in the past 15 months seems to start with him. He caused the Christmas 2010 stomach-virus-of-death (which started with him and spread not only to all of the extended family we came in contact with over Christmas, but also to pretty much everyone at daycare), the lose-10-pounds-in-a-day diarrhea virus a few months ago, and now the 24-hour-puke-twice-then-feel-better virus (R started the barfing Thursday morning and has passed it all around. I haven't gotten this one yet...let's hope I don't...).

Anyway, W threw up in the car on the way to my mom's, so I spent the first hour there trying to clean the barf out of my car and the car seat. Car seats have soooooo many crevices. It was gross. He was feeling much better by this morning, though, so there was no more car barf to clean up. For my part, I was glad to have some assistance with keeping the boys from climbing on and headbutting my uterine region. Since W was sick and we were out of town, we had to skip the birthday party Saturday afternoon, which upset me a bit because I didn't get to see my good friend who was in town for it.

You may be wondering why I haven't mentioned the power yet. It's because the electricity didn't come back on until 9:00 PM on Saturday. So we stayed overnight at Mom's. I thought today would be better, but it's been rough. R woke up with pink-eye. I came home to a sick husband. I also came home to a house that smelled like puke. I spent a good portion of my evening re-cleaning all the carpet and upholstery I cleaned Saturday morning. I have also been abusing Febreeze this evening. I'm so excited that we're getting my mother-in-law's carpet cleaner on Tuesday so I can deep clean everything. It needs it. Badly.

In sum, my nice, quiet weekend turned into a pukey, powerless weekend. I'm playing cleaning catch-up tonight, when all I really want to do is drug up and go to bed. Here's hoping I don't catch the nastiness everyone else had. And I hope your weekend was more peaceful than mine.