Last night we had my daughter's best friend's family over for dinner. We absolutely love these people and there children are wonderful. They also have daughter my son's age and they adore each other.
Both of my kids battled headcolds, as did I, this week. By lastnight we were much on the bend. I told our friends and they were fine with it.
The kids played after dinner. The two older ones played upstairs in my daughter's room. The two younger ones played all throughout the house. About 8:00 p.m., they started to beg for sleepovers. As you all know, my emet radar goes to full attention with the sleepover thing. Ususally, I combat it and go with the flow and things are fine.
Well, you can imagine where this is going. I argued why a sleepover was not going to happen - its getting late, the older girls have karate, etc. My husband interjected with "why not?" Well, that was it. It was a done deal. The kids grabbed blankets and went downstairs to watch a movie. Al the parents (except for me) were okay with this decision. The kids are always great together and there should be no problem. My son came to sleep with me around 1:00 a.m. as he ususally does.
Fast forward to 8:00 a.m. My husband went to get bagels. The youngest daughter of my friends tells me she is going to v**. I send her to the bathroom where she v* only phlegm. I called her parents, who were there in 10 minutes. Literally.
Its now 12:33 p.m. She was doing fin and asked for breakfast. She tossed the bagel right after eating it, but her parents said she is not complaining and does not have a fever. They are so lovely and are apologizing hand over foot (of course it is not their fault). No one would have ever thought this kid was sick. In fact, she woke up feeling great. She also had a sv four months ago, so she was the last one I was worried about.
I am now kicking myself backwards and every which way to Sunday. I have bleached the house, aired it out for two hours, sprayed Lysol on every speck of furniture, given my kis probiotics and cranberry juice. Now we are in for the 24-48 hour wait. We are all still snotty and coughing. We don't want more sick.
No more sleepoovers. I am traumatized, I am done. The answer is - say no to sleepovers. My new mantrais - No more sleepovers, no more sleepovers , no more sleepovers. Can we spell no more sleepovers?
Stella