Monday, February 25, 2008

How About a Wafer Thin Mint

At 4:30 Friday morning I was awoken by the precious pitter patter of little feet running harem skarem toward the bathroom. Then the dulcet tones of the 4yo puking in the toilet. I do not lie when I tell you that she threw up 18 times in the next 24 hours.

The 7yo was less than gracious about the feelings of the 4yo suffering the flu. She went so far as to jump on the bed, not thinking that her sister, who had vomit coming out of her ears, was really all that sick.

But ah! flu bugs. They are so democratic. Seeking out the nearest host regardless of arrogant denial that you'll get sick too. Quickly the 7yo was felled. Guess who was the bigger baby when it was her turn to hang her head in tidy-bowl land?

But we survived, and began the process of recovery. We sustained a full day and a half of vomit free living. From early Sunday morning until....Until tonight. 7yo pretended that her lettuce in her salad was making her gag. Until it did. Then she went to the bathroom and threw up. Cheerfully returned to the table and announced that her lettuce made her throw up. Smiled, even.

Following suit, the 4yo thought her noodles might make her sick. She ran to the bathroom and threw up. Into the toilet. Not realizing that she had started something she couldn't finish, she shut the lid.

Then she puked spaghetti all over the toilet lid, the toilet tank, the bowl and most of the floor surrounding the toilet.

Did I mention that Ben is out of town on a corporate field trip?

Mother's day is not enough to cover shit like this.


The Cunning Runt said...

Aw, Gurrrl, that's awful. I have the world's weakest stomach, so I'm worse than useless when others are sick.

Condolences and courage to you. And returning health to all involved.

Really, caregivers deserve Go-Straight-To Heaven passes and a nightly massage.

Fran said...

Oh dear. Oh dear.

What else can I say???

Anonymous said...

Oh, that just blows. After 3 kids and multiple puking cats, I've developed a strong stomach for vomit, but spaghetti? That ranks up there with some of the worst hurl to clean up.

I'm sorry you're alone to deal with that.

Have you informed Ben of paybacks?

Dean Wormer said...

That's the worst. I hate it when kids get sick. You feel so bad for the little buggers.

I know there are lots of cures but have you tried comic books? That seems to work with mine. Doesn't cure 'em, of course but it does make 'em forget about it for a while.

Dr. Zaius said...

Look on the bright side! It could be worse - the 4 year old could have served spagetti dinner all over the carpet.

Randal Graves said...

Ugh. I can't clean that stuff up. I'll do it, but I have to suppress the urge to join in. I hope vomit has left the building.

dguzman said...

Oh man, Jess. That sucks! I too hope the kiddies are better, and that the bug doesn't find you.

Claire said...

Ugh, there's no vomit worse than spaghetti vomit. Hope they're better.

Freida Bee said...

Oh, I am sorry that your house has become a vomitorium of late. We recently survived the ordeal. (It hit me over a week after it hit the kids. I thought I had escaped.)

At least with Ben gone, if that occurs, he can feel uber bad and nurse you then.

There was nothing positive in what I just said. Sorry. Sorry about the whole thing. I have always called such things building immunity for the new age, but really it just sucks, except it helps us gain perspective, even 7 year olds.

Suzy said...

Since I'm reading this post 10 days after the fact. can you forgive me for laughing?

Been there myself. No fun.