Well, Shortie still has the poops. Going on day four now. The nappie explosions are wearing me down, and I have to scrub the carpet from the seepage. I'm currently cleaning two full sets of sheets, blankets and pillows because she's pooping overnight. The smell is killing us. I've got the windows open still - we are all a bit cold, but too sweaty under the blankets.
Good news is she's still a chipper nipper, wants to play, walk and run about. She's eating and drinking plenty and the Dr. Says we just have to wait for it to run its course. No immodium for toddlers. Sigh. I'm getting quite fed up with the midnight poops, and the constant smell of sick pooh. Oh - and now I'm sick. Yehaa.
My six day plan was scuppered by feeling like death yesterday. I couldn't eat a thing and everything smelled awful; it's like having morning sickness all over again - and no I'm not pregnant. For sure. I've skipped today too, just to recover, and because Shortie is still not ready to share company with other children - although I'm sure one of those kids got her sick in the first place. I am hopeful for tomorrow.
I was going to put up a review of "The Time Traveler's Wife" but Beth's is so good, and pretty much sums up my take on it - read hers instead. I'm going back to my bed.