At one point today, I decided to take pictures of what was happening at my house. Camille woke up Saturday morning at 8 o'clock, in my bed, throwing up. In my morning haze I got her to the toilet and while she had thrown up pretty much everywhere and all over me, I managed to keep my cool.
So what does this mean? Camille has the "dum, dum, dum, dum" - VIRUS! Into quick panic mode I went. Following the protocol of the Blake/Jacock VIRUS handbook. No, there is really not a handbook, but when I married Brandon I learned what he and his whole family hated more than anything in the world, the VIRUS. Mention "the VIRUS" to any of these family members and they are out the door in a heartbeat. I'm not sure if they have been plagued with this VIRUS during trips together or what, but when you get the VIRUS you are sentenced to your room till you are well. And then the Lysol begins. I don't remember growing up "the VIRUS" being a big deal, but I don't remember getting it but maybe once. Years ago, Brandon told me that his method of protocol is only common sense. He said they had family friends who would not treat "the VIRUS" with caution, and let the infected sit in the living room on the couch like a king, and then not understand why the whole family got "the VIRUS".
Well you know what....... he is RIGHT! So this weekend Olivia was sad cause Camille was in her room. So on Sunday afternoon, when Camille was in the clear we let her sit on a palate in her room with a warning NOT to touch each other.
The pitiful patient.
The
lonely sister.
Now even though you can't leave your room,
doesn't mean that you get treated like a prisoner. You get to watch countless movies.
This is one of the scenes that inspired this blog. Brandon cleaning. Notice the Lysol.
I think I have done 15 loads of laundry, which has included two sheet washes, which are not my favorite.
My poor comforter, waiting to go to the cleaners.
My bed, with my back up blanket. I wanted to show you this because a dear lady from our church made this quilt for Brandon and I when we got married. Isn't it beautiful. I thought it was fitting with Valentines Day coming up.
These where really lined up like this. Notice the industrial strength bleach, and the pirate head. That is another perk of being married to Brandon.
While Camille was sick, I cleaned out our linen closet. I ordered these "Space Bags" off an infomercial. I put a ton of quilts and blankets in the "space bags" and now my linen closet is functional.
Here is a funny side note. After Camille was better, the girls and I painted. We used paint and Do-A-Dots. I was making a picture and I used blue for Brandon and pink for the girls and I. I wasn't sure what I was making, but it turned out like this.
Brandon was mad that he was blue, so he asked me to redo the picture. Then he got mad at his square shorts.
My favorite picture of us.
The handsome groom.
Our wedding party.
