Potty training and sickness

Well, I have decided to give it one more day, which is today.  If no progress by the end, then the toilet will have to wait a couple of months until I have the energy to have another go.  Although I will be eight months pregnant by then so that is a bit of an oxymoron.

While Hannah was still in her pajamas and nappy, I asked her if she wanted nappy or toilet today.  She said toilet very firmly, followed by, "Nappy off".  So off they came, she sat on the potty and promptly did a wee.  So, after praise and chocolate I explained that if she needs a wee, she needs to say toilet.  She doesn't seem to be getting this though.  Every time I ask, "What do you say if you need a wee?"  I get the reply, "Chocolate."  Oh dear!  She's two steps ahead and I just want a simple 'toilet' answer.  Am not holding much hope out.

In the meantime, three out of the four children have had a sickness bug in the last five days.  How did they manage to wait until the half-term?  And as for me?  Well, I have had nausea for two days, which feels better if I eat - a bit like morning sickness - so very odd.  To be honest, I am sick of it now (lol) and just wish I would actually be sick so I could feel better within a few hours or just go away.   The constant nausea is driving me to distraction.

So, with the sickness bug and potty training, we are off to a great half-term start.  Still, it can only get better!  Got the dentist to look forward to tomorrow and then blood tests on Thursday!

Sickness

None of us like getting sick but when you have a larger than average family, it is a nightmare.

And we have a wide selection of places that the bugs could come from:

• my work (as I work in a school and see on average 630 children a day there is a lot of potential there)
• Laurie's work
• Michael and Natasha's school
• Kaiya's school
• Hannah's nursery

So the chances of us being ill are probably higher than average.  But then if one of us catches anything, we are all doomed.

I dread anyone in our house telling me, "I feel sick" or even worse, "I've just been sick" because then I start the countdown.  48 hours until the next one and like Russian roulette, there is no guessing who it might be.  I look around and wonder which one of looks slightly off colour, which one has been off their food or a bit sleepy.

So 48 hours later, and there is another one being sick.  48 hours later, yet another.  And so it continues until we have all suffered.  A constant stream of running to the toilet, sick bowls and washing loads.  What great fun!

So, on Tuesday, I got the dreaded text.  'I've been sick :('  It was from my husband.  It is now 48 hours later and I have a 15 year old in bed with stomach pains and feeling sick.  I have cleaned up Hannah's milk that she vomited on the kitchen floor - well done Hannah, for doing it on the easy-to-clean laminate and not the lounge carpet or rugs.  And I have a washing-machine- feeling in my stomach.  

I can not be ill.  I am too busy at the moment to fit it in.  I am pregnant and really can't face being sick with a wriggly baby inside.  I am going out tomorrow night to meet friends.  So I am keeping everything crossed and eating little to try and avoid the inevitable.