We were planning to leave today for our Northern California trip, but there was something that was running that prevented us from leaving: everyone's butts.
Well, my butt is fine (yet flat), but Lisa, Emma, and Andrew all got sick. A minus about being a teacher -- besides the lack of respect and compensation -- is that you tend to get sick a lot. Lisa has been fighting a bug for the past week or so, but the kids have been healthy...until yesterday.
At breakfast, the kids lacked an appetite which is highly unusual for them. About half an hour later, Andrew and Emma began walking around as if a water balloon burst in their pants. Oh only if it was just a water balloon!
Without going into too much detail, there is a certain amount of balance and dexterity needed to change an overflowing diaper. Removing the diaper reminds me of those cake competitions on the Food Network. There's that point in the show when the cooks have to move their gigantic cakes from their cooking counter to the display table. One false move and the whole thing collapses. The same thing goes with a wet, soiled diaper. Sadly, Lisa does not have much balance and dexterity because we had to wash the entire changing table after an unfortunate spill. There goes her Cirque du Soleil career.
Hopefully the kids will get better so we can make our way up to Northern California in the next day or so. Once the mudslides stop, that's when we'll make the trip. Until then, I guess it will be up to me to take care of the family and to take care of myself. Speaking of which, I think I'm going to go for a run.
No! Not that kind of run...
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