The joys of a sick toddler.

[rivka]

Between six and eight this morning, we went through four sleepers, an undershirt, two parental bathrobes, two maternal shirts and a pair of maternal leggings, half a dozen cloth diapers, and three child-sized towels. Not to mention about a half-bottle each of surface and carpet cleaner.

Mercifully, since then the Pedialyte has been staying down. But pity us.

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[papersky.livejournal.com]

At least you've got a washing machine in your house.

OTOH, when Z went through all his clothes and most of mine having an episode like that when he was about six months old, I considered the two hours spent on my own in the launderette doing the washing while carandol stayed home with the sickling to be a haven of peace and tranquility, so maybe not.

[rivka.livejournal.com]

I am imagining you and carandol battling over who would get to go and do the laundry. But yes, you're right - we did three or four loads of laundry yesterday, and that ability was a very good thing.

I kept thinking about my sister, who recently adopted a toddler as a single parent. She does have a washing machine in her building, but it's in the basement. I guess she would just let the laundry pile up until the baby went to sleep? And maybe she would put the baby in a carrier on her back, while she cleaned up the floor &etc? ...Although her child is much less intensely physically clingy than Alex, so maybe she would've been okay with sitting in the crib while Debbie cleaned. Yikes. It would be hard, in any case.

[papersky.livejournal.com]

Actually Ken wouldn't go to the launderette at all, ever. I don't know why not, it was just one of those things.

Most of the time I'd put Z in the big sturdy pushchair and put one bag of washing underneath and another in my backpack and we'd go to the launderette, which was about a half a mile away, uphill. He'd stay in the pushchair while I put the stuff in the machines, then we'd go to a nearby park and play, going back when the washing was done. We'd usually then stay and play in the launderette while it dried -- sometimes Z would eat an apple or an orange in the pushchair, and sometimes he'd sit on the window-seat and "help" sort the laundry. Ideally, he'd nap in the chair and I'd read.

But I was only working part time, which made this sort of thing a lot easier, we could do it in the afternoon. The time he'd been sick on everything is one of the very few times I remember doing it in an evening. It was dark outside. I was reading a Robin McKinley book, in a lovely (well horrible but baby-free) quiet launderette.

Sometimes I read your Alex posts and I miss the time when Z was that age. Other times I remember it really clearly and I'm so relieved he's not like that any more! (Right now, he's trying to learn Japanese. This would be OK if he didn't do it in French class.) Enjoy it as much as you can while you can.