Sick Day
I'm tired. Here's how my morning went (disclaimer: not for those with a weak stomach):
2:30 am - awakened by pukey toddler
2:31 am - run to the bathroom with pukey toddler
2:32 am - yell to my husband to check the sheets for puke
2:34 am - peel pukey clothes off my son and myself
2:35 am - rinse my head off in the shower
2:36 am - run a bath for the kid
2:37 am - back to my bedroom, husband still asleep
2:38 am - attempt to move husband to get sheets off the bed
(there was just a very small spot on them and he wanted to wait until morning - of course he did, the spot was right where I sleep, not him).
2:40 am - toddler asks me to jump in the tub, for some reason, I do
2:41 am - after the shortest most cramped bath ever, I get out
2:48 am - take the toddler downstairs to sleep on the couch
This was both gross and comical - but at least I get a day off out of the deal (which I need to do all the pukey laundry).
2:30 am - awakened by pukey toddler
2:31 am - run to the bathroom with pukey toddler
2:32 am - yell to my husband to check the sheets for puke
2:34 am - peel pukey clothes off my son and myself
2:35 am - rinse my head off in the shower
2:36 am - run a bath for the kid
2:37 am - back to my bedroom, husband still asleep
2:38 am - attempt to move husband to get sheets off the bed
(there was just a very small spot on them and he wanted to wait until morning - of course he did, the spot was right where I sleep, not him).
2:40 am - toddler asks me to jump in the tub, for some reason, I do
2:41 am - after the shortest most cramped bath ever, I get out
2:48 am - take the toddler downstairs to sleep on the couch
This was both gross and comical - but at least I get a day off out of the deal (which I need to do all the pukey laundry).
Ah, yet another similarity - The husband who won't wake up. One of our dogs tends to wake up once during the night every couple of days, and the ironic part of this is hubby always hears the dog rattling in her crate, and I never do, but I always hear our son (crying, coughing, rolling over, sighing, pretty much any move he makes) and hubby never does. Strange selective hearing we seem to have in our sleep, but it works out for us because everyone gets heard.
Since we're telling stories about vomit (consider that my disclaimer)...Once when our son threw up, after having corn with dinner, I was rinsing his clothes and mine in the tub, and then had to clean the tub afterwards. When I was done, I went downstairs and uttered a phrase never used or heard before or since "I got all the corn out of the tub."
Posted by
Anonymous |
10:40 AM
LOL... ah yes, good ol' puke stories. My husband is very "weak stomached" so he NEVER cleans up the puke. Which is just as well... he probably wouldn't even rinse the clothes off, just throw them in the washer puke and all. Men.
Posted by
PreppyGirl |
12:22 PM