“Mommy, I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

These are the sweetest five words a mother can hear at 6.32 in the morning.

A mother who’s single-handedly battled – and conquered – the stomach bug in both her little girls AND husband the last six days.

It all started last Friday when Rae got her glasses.

Yes, Rae’s got glasses.

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Doesn’t she look adorable?

So she got her glasses, and all was good.

At about 8pm that night, she threw up.

The first time.

At about 10pm, she emptied the rest of dinner, a dinner I can’t even remember, into the toilet.

“It’s the glasses,” I’d insisted.

The next day, she purged. And then vomitted some more.

“It’s not the glasses,” Lokes insisted.

Monday morning came. Lokes was sleeping in Sky’s bed because the kids were beside me. I was too tired to get up every five minutes. I opened my eyes. Sky coughed. And then she threw up. All over herself.

All over our bed.

All over.

“Okay, it’s not the glasses,” I resigned.

So we went to the doc’s at 8.50am on Monday and confirmed that it was the infamous Fall stomach bug that’s been going around. And there was nothing one could do but weather through it. And so, with a piece of paper in my hand called “Things to do when your child vomits or has diarrhoea”, I walked out of the paeditrician’s office, convinced that the world had gone mad, and this would be the longest day of my life.

I was wrong.

At 9pm Tuesday night, Lokes turned to me and asked, “Can grown-ups get this bug?”

I shrugged.

30 mins later, he sat on the toilet. An hour later, he went again. And again. And about 15 more times all through the night.

So Wednesday, yesterday, became the longest day of my life, with both Sky and Lokes perpetually at the potty they didn’t even bother putting on pants (of course, in Sky’s case, it’d become a matter of cost). Rae was all better but she was moody and quiet, not being able to eat or even talk like a human being, just grunting at me now and then as though the bug had slammed us all back to the Stone Ages.

As for me, I sanitized, cooked, cleaned, sanitized again, all the while telling myself YOU’D BETTER NOT GET SICK YOU HAVE DENTAL SURGERY THIS FRIDAY WE ARE GETTING THAT FACKING TOOTH OUT IT’S BEEN FOUR FACKING MONTHS SO YOU ARE NOT NOT NOT GETTING SICK!

Yes, I am having three wisdom teeth removed tomorrow. At 9.15am.

But my kids are now good. And so is Lokes.

Victory is sweet.

So how’s your week been?