Oh, yeah, and Fun Monday.
Last night’s elation didn’t last long.
Yes! We were pretty fired up Dungy, Manning and the Colts had their victory. Thomas was beside himself, to say the least. Yes! I thoroughly enjoyed the Superbowl commercials. Yes, we ate junk food and had a night of family togetherness.
But, OH! NO! What came minutes after the confetti blizzard and Gatorade downpour, even BEFORE the Lombardi Trophy was smothered with manly kisses………Stephen, who had gone to bed before the game was over, screamed "MOM!" in a way that unleashes my mother superpowers, and in a single, graceful gazelle’s leap I was in his room only to hear: "I think I have to throw up."
And so my night began.
Tad took a few turns, I guess I was so wiped out I slept through a few calls. I had to laugh when I got up after the last time Tad had, and Stephen said, "Where’s Dad? The throw up comes faster with him," like Daddy has some kind of magical powers that help you cough your cookies more efficiently. Sheesh!
Anyway, when Rachel and Thomas got up for school, I was hurting. I stumbled downstairs for some VERY NECESSARY coffee, and……….. no half and half. You need to understand, this is not negotiable, it is a MUST! There are NO SUBSTITUTES! I HAVE to have my coffee the way I like it, ESPECIALLY when I’ve been up all night with a sick kid, and my day has to go on business as usual in spite of that. Sooooo….I knew I had a carton of whipping cream, so I looked for it. Expired January 7, so I tossed it (and panic was setting in). I went to the pantry to get evaporated milk (what I used before becoming addicted to half & half), and NOOOOOOOOO! Two cans of stinkin’ sweetened condensed milk, no evaporated. 
Then I did the only thing I knew to do…I pulled out my ever-present can of Redi-Whip and iced the
top of my mug, mixed with a little 2% milk for good measure. It’s the first time I recall thinking whipped cream was a poor substitute :/.
It’s not even 7:00 a.m., and my morning just kept getting better. While I’m sipping sub-par coffee, Thomas calls out…"Mom, Aussie just threw up!"
"WHAT??????!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Aussie just threw up in the hall."
I flip on the light, and sure enough…….more vomit, this time of the dog variety, but it looked pretty much the same. CAN ANIMALS CATCH A STOMACH VIRUS FROM HUMANS???
As I sincerely praised God for our hardwood floors, I grabbed the towels that had previously lined Stephen’s carpet to begin cleaning up the newest mess. I couldn’t hold back my gag reflex anymore. I can take care of my kids all night and all day and not flinch, but this sent me over the edge. Only because I ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY LOATHE vomiting myself was I able to clinch my teeth and "hold it back." I had little sympathy for Aussie…no sleep, marginal coffee…she’s outside now.
Anyway, I’m regretting BIG TIME I didn’t work on my Fun Monday post last week when I thought about it. Tad’s parents have been in for a visit since Friday, they just left a bit ago, so now…while Stephen sleeps (PLEASE???!), I’ll go looking for my links (Swampy gave us permission to link more than one…). I hope you’ll come back, I’ll be visiting participants throughout the day.
You poor, poor thing.
Could be worse. It could be you that makes your kid throw up. (If I were your hubby I think I’d be offended.)
🙂
ACK – and here I was just telling you we had the FEVER here. I’ll take Fever over Vomit anyday.
I hope YOU get some sleep today too.
this post could cause a chain reaction blogosphere vomit fest.
eeewwww!
(I used to encourage the vomit process when my middle daughter was suffering by saying stuff like Olives, Mustard, Catsup, Cheese zombies…. and voila, there is would come)
I had the exact same night as you. Julie started throwing up at 11:00 last night and after about a dozen runs to the toilet, finally stopped around 5:00 this morning. Only, in my house, hubby never woke up ONCE.
I learned that having a dog means cleaning up many messes, often at the most inconvenient of times, and learning to suppress your gag reflex over the most profoundly disgusting smells and textures. Dogs are just lucky they’re so damned cute and affectionate so we put up with the frequent mishaps and clean-ups that must occur.
Oh, Robin! I’m so sorry (and here I was bugging you with my self-serving e-mails!) You poor thing! Vomit is the most detestable substance on the planet….well, a close second to mucous, of course.
But, the dog? Really? I’d never heard that an animal could catch a stomach virus.
I will be praying (without ceasing) that you won’t catch it. Honestly, I’d rather give birth than throw up. I’m not kidding.
Jenny, I hadn’t thought of it THAT way (and I’m sure Tad would be more than happy to pass the torch!).
Karmyn, I’m a walkin’ zombie. I just wrote my Monday post and I think it might sound insane :/. Hope the fever in your house doesn’t turn into anything else!
Pamela…now I’m just giddy. Laughing over a “vomit fest”…ai yi yi, I NEED A NAP!
Oh, Heather, I did have more than a break than you:/. Hope Julie is feeling better by now…Stephen’s still in bed (it’s 1:30 p.m. my time).
James, Aussie is acting pitiful, like “Why do I have to stay outside?” For the record, she’s SUPPOSED to be an outside dog, but she thinks she’s my second daugher. I don’t have the heart to tell her most of the time…that is, until I have to clean up the afore-mentioned VOMIT >:(.
Susan, don’t be ridiculous…you know why! I am soooooo with you about giving birth again as opposed to throwing up. You can get an epidural for the former;).
Yikes, Robin. Go grab a nap.
And whipped cream a poor sub? I think not.
Could you please explain to your readers that you are talking about your dog, and that I did not throw up in your hall.
Heather, you know it’s BAD if I say that! No nap, but I slept like a BRICK…until 5:27 am, anyway :/.
Just to be PERFECTLY CLEAR, readers, a crotchety Australian must have gotten some bad airline food, and five minutes after he arrived at my house, he had the audacity to heave and wretch the length of my upstairs hallway…and then left it for ME to clean up. Might be the first–and last–time I let him come indoors ;).
Hope that clears up any confusion.
Reverse peristalsis…you have a way with words, Robin!! And those Aussies…
That Willowtree, you really can’t let him out in public, let alone Austraila. Sorry, Robin – seems like everyone is suddenly getting sick. I hope to fly under the radar on that one.
Why do I keep reading? As if the feet weren’t enough to gross me out, I had to read this one. It’s so disgusting, I couldn’t rip my eyes away! @.@