Too Much Puke!

Caution: If you have a weak stomach, stop reading now.

Early Wednesday morning my 6 yr old woke up crying. I ran to his room and he said "I threw up", just as I stepped in something slimy. Yuk! I took him downstairs and gave him a puke bowl*. He puked every 15 minutes for the next 2 hrs, when the interval stretched to every 1/2 hour. At 6:30 am, he says, "I'm feeling better. Did you clean the puke in my room yet? And could you bring my clothes down for school?" (Of course I hadn't done any cleaning since he wouldn't let me leave him alone up to that point.) So I went upstairs to clean and disinfect his room. Meanwhile, he upchucks again so he's definately not going to school.

Thursday afternoon I started feeling a little funny. As I started making dinner, I had to make a dash for the bathroom. Uggh! Cranky finished cooking dinner but I didn't eat a thing. I suffered through the evening and at 10:30 I went to bed hoping I would get some sleep. Just as I put my head on the pillow, Bob, age 2, starts crying. I went to his room and as I picked him up, he hurled all over me! Gross! I didn't realize how much ziti he had eaten for dinner! I carried him to the bathroom to clean up and change clothes. I decided Bob and I would go downstairs to get through the night together.

As we got settled on the couch, I contemplated what I would do when I felt sick if Bob fell asleep. That was not an issue since Bob and I each threw up a couple of times during the next hour or so. Just before midnight, I heard someone upstairs in the bathroom. Shortly after that, my 11 yr. old daughter came downstairs saying she had gotten sick. I put her on a different couch and found her a puke bowl. (Bob and I each had one already.**) Every 15 minutes she would yell, "Puking!", which was my cue to bring her a tissue and empty her bowl. Both kids got to see Mom's puking technique (sit up and lean over the bowl) and I coached them as best I could under the circumstances.

Needless to say, it was a long night.***

Last night, Cranky woke up and was, you guessed it, puking! He's the last one in the family to get it and hopefully that's the end of it.

Have a great weekend...


*When I was a kid, we had a bowl designated the "spit-up" bowl that my mother would give us when we were sick. As far as I know, that was the only use for that bowl, because whenever anyone would see it, a funny look would come across their face and the bowl was immediately tucked away.

**Bob is not a big fan of the puke bowl. When he would start to get sick, I would grab the bowl to put under him and he would scream bloody murder! I brought him into the kitchen (linoleum floors) and had to catch the puke since he wouldn't put his head over the bowl, despite my impressive demos.

***Luckily, the little guy got over the bug the quickest, and by morning he eating again.