When will it end?
This weekend I was sick, again. Friday night I woke up with what I thought was evil indigestion. I took some tums and tried to go back to sleep. I was awakened by the dreaded bowel rumble (some of you know more what I am talking about than others! 
) and made a mad dash for the bathroom. Once again, still being an optimist, I think that I just ate something that disagreed with me. After about the sixth trip to the bathroom I resign myself to the fact that I am sick again. Then the youngest gets up and throws up. Now it is confirmed. No more denial. The stomach flu is back.
I get my son situated on the couch with a puke bucket. Being that he is only seven he hasn’t quite mastered “knowing when to hold’em and knowing when to fold’em” so almost every trip to the bathroom ended with him needing new underwear. He used up all the underwear in his drawer but fortunately I had just done laundry and I had some in the laundry basket in the dining room. By now it is about 6 am Saturday and I have had about an hour of sleep total. My youngest is in our only bathroom and the rumbling is starting again. I hear the toilet flush and the call for fresh underwear. I am so thankful until I find out that my oldest got up and slipped in there. Curses!!! I go to retrieve the underwear from the laundry basket when suddenly I have to throw up. The bathroom is occupied so I make the quick mental calculations of which is closer – the puke bucket in the living room or the garbage can in the kitchen. Kitchen wins. So I throw the underwear in my son’s general direction and run. As I am running my socks start to slide across the floor. If I cannot stop I am either going to hit the wall and puke on myself or fall on my ass and puke on myself. Either option isn’t pretty. Fortunately, I stopped in front of the garbage can. I unleash the contents of my stomach and feel a little relief. My oldest son walks into the kitchen blissfully ignorant to what has gone on all night long and says “My brother doesn’t want me to talk about peanuts.” I turn to him, still hugging the garbage can, and tell him that I don’t want him to talk about peanuts either.
I ended up missing the blogger bash. Call me crazy but I didn’t feel pajamas, a bathroom bathrobe (wasn’t that Freudian!) and a puke bucket was proper attire for Panache. Brad and our friend Todd went in my place. I am pretty sure everyone managed well without me. Hopefully next time!
Sick, bloggers | eastbluffbarbie | 
March 10, 2008 8:39 pm
Jimi, March 10, 2008 @ 9:01 pm
Get better Barb! And your family too! Relieved to know I didn’t grow up in the only family who had puke buckets.
Subway Conductor, March 11, 2008 @ 5:27 am
7-UP and crackers or toast. That’s what my mom always said settled an upset stomach. Works for me about a half the time.
jenjw4, March 11, 2008 @ 8:33 am
That sucks! I can’t believe how hard you’ve been hit this winter. Poor kids, but mainly, poor you!
Jennifer
Todd, March 11, 2008 @ 4:01 pm
Wow, hey let me know if you toss up a shoe!
mortonmalaise, March 11, 2008 @ 4:45 pm
We certainly missed you Saturday night. That husband of yours sure has some great stories, though!
jadedgirl, March 12, 2008 @ 3:12 pm
I am so sorry, hon…being sick sucks!
I just got over strep, so I can relate. UGHHH.
Feel better asap!