Well, at least it didn’t strike while she was sitting, with Alex, on Mall Santa’s lap.
Or immediately after our “picnic” dinner of burgers and broccoli and really good homemade macaroni and cheese while sitting on a blanket on the floor in front of the tv watching endless episodes of “Billy the Exterminator.” (We are big fans of Billy.)
No, it struck shortly after midnight. I awoke to the miserable sound of Julia wailing my name.
“MOMMY! MOMMY! I THREW UP ON MY BED!”
Glad tidings of great joy.
She cried, I tried not to grimace as I gathered up all her bedding into a big, smelly, high thread count cotton bundle.
We headed downstairs, where I dumped all the sheets, the pillow, and the comforter into the washing machine. I cleaned off Julia’s face and hair, and we settled in for the night in the basement/sickroom. I gave Julia a big plastic bin for emergencies, and we dozed – she on the big comfy chair and me on the couch – to the soothing sound of Mike Rowe and a bunch of “Dirty Jobs” reruns.
Julia made good use of the bin – and I mean that sincerely. She grabbed it quickly every time and I didn’t have to scrub the basement carpet or the arm of the chair or anything like that.
Sometimes I miss babyhood or toddlerhood, but I am thankful for THIS age when she knows to grab the bin BEFORE her stomach makes its next move.
And that’s how the rest of early today went. A little unpleasant activity, followed by flush, and rinse, and clean. Some tv, or a dvd…some dozing…more excitement, flush, rinse, repeat.
This morning she has had a couple of sips of water and a tiny bite of toast.
So far, the toast has stayed put.
In a little while, Alex will go to school and Julia will have a nice, warm, bath.
I’ve got smelly laundry to do.
I’m hoping to get a nap in at some point.
Fa la la la la, la la la laaaaaa.
P.S. While I was typing this I started remembering another fun and exciting episode of children with stomach issues. So I found the links, in case you need a good (albeit really icky) laugh today.
The first one’s the best. Well, now that’s over.
File Under “The Joys of Motherhood” – March 2009
Motherhood. O, The Glamour Of It – January 2008
(I know. Other blogs link to pictures or end-of-the-year recaps or cool stuff like that. This is what I do, apparently.)