The last few days have been not-so-fun in our house. It all started with the Mac & Cheese vomit madness last Wednesday. E had a low-grade fever Thursday but was making a comeback. By Friday I was feeling woozy and poor little E was having the runs.

We are talking like a river of poop that oozes out the leg of your diaper, on to your calf, foot, the tile floor and also part of the carpet. Also, poo dripped everywhere as I carried her to the bathroom for emergency bath time. Then she had another poosplosion towards dinner time.

I am happy to report I had no poosplosions and also didn’t vomit, just had the low-grade fever and the crappy tummy feeling. This weekend N has joined in our poo flu fun and is now experiencing the same things we just went through. It’s also been a severe weather weekend of storms and tornado warnings. No fun is being had in our house these last few days.

I coined it the “poo flu” because I am convinced we picked it up in the bathroom at the Olive Garden when we we eating on Sunday and E needed a diaper change. This was one of the few times we actually opted to use a bathroom changing table. Normally we just change her in the car or on a blanket somewhere.

This time laying her across my lap for a diaper change wasn’t a good idea, since we were at a restaurant and all. N offered to take her out to the car to change her but the bathroom was right there, why not use it…

Normally I’ll lay a blanket over the changing table to keep the germs off her hands and parts. This one time I didn’t. I am thinking she caught the poo flu from touching the grubby changing table cause I washed my hands.

By the way, how in the hell do you wash a baby’s hands in a public restroom?