Fly Droppings

One by one they’re going down. First Elizabeth and Lauren were sick, now it’s Olivia’s turn. She woke me up at 5am this morning telling me her tummy hurt and it’s all been down hill from there.

It’s funny how the girls all handle being sick so differently. Lauren, at a mere 2 years old, doesn’t even slow down. She races around, stops to throw up wherever the mood suits her and continues on about her play. Elizabeth at a mere 1 year older than Lauren whines incessantly. She must get that from her Father. Olivia at a stellar 5 years old gets pissed.

Olivia is our “spirited” child. She has a strong personality - one to be reckoned with most days - and we don’t try to stifle it much. She’s not afraid to tell you what she thinks, she’s not afraid to tell you what to do. She’s a natural leader and I envy her that confidence. She is the child that when you tell her she’s smart and beautiful she says “I know”.

Today she is pounding her little fist on the toilet seat cursing it for being necessary to hang her head over. She’s cursing her hair that keeps getting in her face. She’s cursing the fates that made her sick in the first place. And I know if fates were palpable she would kick their ass.

So I wonder who’s going to be next? Nicholas? The hubs (the whiniest sick bay patient I have ever attended)? Or *gulp* me? Pray for Mommy protection force field.