Q. What’s worse than getting up every 45 minutes from midnight to morn with your 9-year-old who has an acute stomach bug?
A. Your 14-year-old, first-born, not-so-baby girl, apparently catching aforementioned ASB, and getting up without making a noise, to heave and wretch on her own :/….while I SLEPT! Right next to the bathroom :(. Without anyone to hold her hair back…or get a cool washcloth to hold on her forehead…or rub her back and tell her I’m soooo sorry she feels so bad (while silently praying for it to pass–QUICKLY).
So what that I got up the second, third and fourth time, I missed the money chunk.
Hmmmm, maybe I should just thank her and be done with it, lol.
So now, we hold our breath and hope "this" is where the ACB dies, goodness knows I’ve cleaned that bathroom more times in the past 72 hours than I have in three years.
For the record, I might miss the part of my momminess that makes everything better when you’re a purging machine, but I DON’T miss the part that has toddlers too young to make it to the bathroom.
And after changing diapers for eight years, I.DO.NOT.MISS.THAT. one bit! I might be waxing nostalgic for exercising my mommy-healing-touch super powers, but I’m not CRAZY or DELUDED!
Allow me to offer some much needed perspective to your…nostalgia:
Number of days it took to get the vomit smell out of my carpet: 4
Number of times I had to wash vomit soiled sheets in a two day period: 6
Number of outfits soiled by diarrhea: 10
Number of hours of sleep during a 48 hour period: 3
The worth of having a child that can successfully unload biohazardous body fluid into a latrine without waking their mother: Priceless.
Susan, now THAT’S the stuff I’ve repressed! But, girlie-Q, I am soooo feeling your pain. All of it. Been there. Done that. I’ve got more than my share of tee shirts to prove it :/.
I WILL focus on your last line (Rachel just apologized for waking me up last night…whatta kid!).
That is why God has made me a man!! Eeeekk!!
“Money chunk”? That’s funny! It would be even MORE funny if I hadn’t spent the last 4 days dealing with the same thing myself. I do NOT want to wash any more pukey laundry!
it’s the norwalk virus… but i would call it the norrun virus…
Whatever you do – do NOT, and I repeat…do NOT send it my way, thank you very much.
We’ve got the Fever, still, and I am content to dealing with that.
I will keep my fingers and toes crossed for your health!!!!!
Yuck! I will never miss being the “mommy that makes it all better”. When my kids are old enough to take care of their puke alone, I will celebrate. I understand your sentiment, but GAH! No.
But I’m very sorry your kids are sick and I’m sympathetic. My boys are 10 and 7, and I been there!
Poor things! Your daughter is a trooper, that’s for sure. She deserves something special! ;O)
I hope the ASB gets the heck out already, and that you guys are feeling better soon.
Oh you poor thing, or maybe I should say your poor children. I have a son who only learnt to puke in the toilet/bucket at the age of nine. His younger sister learnt it at the age of three!
Hope everyone’s feeling better soon!
I feel for you.
Nothing worse than a sickness bug through the family!
Ah… yet another rite of passage…
Hope you’re all out of the woods soon!
Guess you’re no “steel magnolia”, huh Erik?
Oh, Heather…..I FEEL YOUR PAIN!
Is that an official diagnosis, Pamela?
Karmyn, I will do EVERYTHING in my power to avoid getting this…!
Lily, my mommy mantra (for the “rough” times): “This too will pass…” Sadly, the “good” times come and go, too.
Thanks MaryMert, Sally and Kelly :).
Beccy, it’s an “aim” thing, lol. If girls had the anatomy, I bet they’d still make the toilet everytime ;).
“Purging machine” Your verbage just keeps cracking me up!
“Purging machine now approaching mockature 5, sleep light folks, it’s gonna be an all-nighter.”
Oh, I see. *You’re* a *nice* mommy. My youngest is 10. They are all old enough that I can just holler, “Make sure you get it all in the bowl!” I think I’ve earned it. For years I have been the one to clean up the puke when someone can’t get to the toilet. Apparently men aren’t tough enough to handle it. I once cleaned puke off a tent floor and sleeping bags several times in the middle of the night in a primitive camping area with no running water or restroom facilities. And I’ve been spewed on by other people’s children as well. Oh yeah, I *deserve* to sit back and do nothing.
Sounds like you need a nice hot bath and a foot massage from that hubby o’ yours!! 🙂
Hope everyone is well soon!
I know what you mean about missing the times when a mommy hug and kiss made everything all better. As the kids grow, so do their problems. But, not changing diapers anymore is nice!
Erin, and comments like that keep me going;).
Ooo, Claudia, that sounds n i c e!
Mom-2-3, they’re all back at school today…sooooo, I’m hopeful!
ASB has never been an abbreviation I have ever used in my life as a professional nurse. You know, like CBC, PTT, MRI, or H&H.
But I certainly will now!! ‘Cause DAYEM, you are good!!
Oooooo, Steph, sounds like an episode of Grey’s Anatomy–wahooo! Hurry up, it’s coming on tonight–STAT!