the underpants gnomes now engage in biological warfare to achieve their nefarious goals

P was up much of the night last night, crying from his stomach cramps and then vomiting. I finally took him downstairs at 5:30 in the hopes that the rest of the family could sleep. That sounds admirable and self-sacrificing but I was groggy and confused and going on that very base instinct of making everyone shut up so the baby can sleep. I think I had forgotten I don't have an actual baby!

Today was not glamorous. You know how if you pour water into a thin cotton towel, it soaks through to whatever is beneath it? That was demonstrated for me so many times today, except not a towel and not water.

At 11:15 P and Haney and I went to the dr. He tested positive for strep. HOLLA! However, the pediatrician doesn't think strep should be causing the X-Treme sort of diarrhea he's having, so maybe he's dealing with layers of illness. He was prescribed antibiotics, which should help with the strep but potentially make the diarrhea worse... which I'm not sure is possible, really...

Because of intestinal distress, three of the children are running out of underwear at an alarming rate. I have temporarily reversed my policy on dealing with soiled drawers, and am now keeping rather than tossing them because of our shortage. And even worse, we bought Haney a new pack of undies last weekend and they don't fit. They are size 4, and they are HUGE. They might be too big for Miss A, who is 9. According to the chart on the back of the package, Haney was in the size 4 weight range by a few pounds. And the size 2T/3T undies were twice as much money per pair, so we went for it... and now have wasted $8.99.

I believe it's possible we've been poisoned, by some evil entity set on amassing a large collection of underpants. Because including the new package, we've probably had to retire 20-25 pairs in the last two weeks. Something is up.



Tomorrow: Another school absence for Mr. P.