One Word: Yuck

This one is for the mothers out there. The rest of you, it might be TMI. You have been warned.

Yesterday was one of those days you dread as a mother and hope will never come. But they always do. When you have 1 kid, and that kid gets sick (as in fluids leaving the bodily area sick – told you, TMI), it’s shocking and you may freak out and wonder when it will ever end, my gawd how has the fresh hell found me, but you focus on your kid, rub that little head until you think you’ll cause baldness, do the laundry, and get through it. And you praise the heavens that it is over and vow Purell will be your closest friend until you’re taking pictures at his college graduation.

Then you have another kid, and the day comes when both kids get sick. In different ways. And you realize you haven’t seen anything yet. You were only at the 1^st circle of hell, and those rings go so much deeper. Whimper.

Without getting too graphic, Sammy came home from school in his usual happy go lucky mood, but something was off. Something the poor kid couldn’t control and started the vicious laundry cycle. I actually missed diapers (is that too graphic? I’m trying here). But, unpleasant though it was, I was on top of things. No problem, I got this one.

Then, as soon as Chris came home, patted the kids on their heads, and left for a run, Sabrina barfed all over the living room rug. Which she had never done before in her life. So she was sick, covered in vomit, and freaking out. Oh, lawdy.

The rest of the evening consisted of trying various bland foods, cleaning up the inevitable aftermath, and starting a load of wash, immediately followed by another “episode” from somebody or both. I went to bed early, knowing I wouldn’t be getting much sleep (momtuition). I lost count of how many in-the-dark sheet changes I made, but I’m pretty sure I can do it blind. But somewhere in the wee morning hours, everyone settled down and got some rest, and by daylight, you’d think these children hadn’t seem a germ in years. They’re little boomerangs, they are.

So if you see me swilling coffee with 1 hand and spraying Lysol with the other, you’ll know. And I hope you’ll have sympathy. Because if you don’t, karma will get you.