“It’s funny,” my son mused out loud. “You usually get colds in the winter and stomach flu stuff in the fall and spring. But diarrhea can happen at anytime. It’s a year round sickness.”
He says this as we watch Eden run to the bathroom for the tenth time this morning.
“Don’t watch me through the bathroom door! Or talk about me!” yells a very distraught six year old. “Diarrhea is private!”
Sadly it’s not, though. This tiny microscopic virus has wreaked such havoc in all of our lives this weekend. Everyone’s activities and errands have been cancelled or rearranged and I have spent much of the past twenty-four hours consoling my miserable girl on the couch. I vaguely seem to recall this thing called sleep. I miss it.
At least there’s someone who’s been enjoying these poopy days of our lives.
As you can see, our cat has taken full advantage of Eden’s sickness and used it to his benefit.
It’s the worst sort of feline opportunism.
Please send pedialyte. And non-bowel movement-like thoughts and wishes. Thank you.