When a day is just a disaster........

Anya the gadget queen.

You can tell it's not been good.
On the back of the projectile vomit and poo week from hell when I fell ill as well, Simon got ill and everything fell apart at the seams...... or so it feels.
The washing is huge.
The pile of rinsed poo/ vomit clothes and bedding ever increases in the bath tub.
The amount of kids complaining of symptoms increases.
I don't 'do' ill.
I cannot afford to be ill.
The boss of my entire department had to go into the local high school and cover my lessons.
I have been rendered incapable of anything for three days.
The back log worries me more than the sickness.
Sleep?
What's that.
Staying up listening out to see if a baby pukes and chokes in their sleep more like.
No, they wait until I pick them up, feed them, settle them, lift them, then voila! everywhere in the darkness.
The light goes on, instantly the other twin thinks its playing time, meanwhile we are dealing with puke/poo/screaming twin. After about two hours its cleaned, disinfectant and both babies are settled.....until the next bout.
Poor Jono was handed a bucket with the precise instructions 'Please puke in that'. He's 11 now, surely he can aim right.
Simon dragged himself to work and home and through the motions, I, for two days crawled back to bed. The oldest twins are on study leave thank god so could help with the babies, otherwise I have no idea how I would have coped, well I would.
If we were being filmed and you were watching you would think our lives were chaotic and it would complete the stereotypical image of large families.
Having a large family is fantastic when we are all well.
Having a large family is manageable when the kids are sick.
Having a large family is very hard when both parents are sick too.
We function on order, on everything being done in a certain time, when this is thrown off balance everything else is as well.
Needless to say today I have no patience.I am sleep deprived. My hay fever sucks this year, I STILL feel sick.I have survived on toast and tea and managed to PUT ON WEIGHT! and I tried to catch up on my work with two miserable babies who constantly pulled at all the computer cables despite being surrounded by an array of toys and gadgets therefore achieving nothing but feeling I have been totally grumpy with them as well.
When they went to bed, instead of doing the million and one things I should have, I sat down with a cup of tea and toast and my book.
Equilibrium restored.
I am ready for the next round of washing puke and poo.
Who says my life isn't exciting?