Saturday, March 29, 2014
Saturday Morning Fun...
What’ll get you out of bed quicker than the sound of your child retching? Um….nothing. So, earlier this morning I was awoken by that unmelodic sound. It’s Megan. My poor little parsnip is sick. I stumbled bleary-eyed out of my bedroom and off to the bathroom, my eyes so not awake yet, and used the facilities.
I tried to flush the toilet and was met with one of the most feared sounds in all of human history: a tiny gurgle, and then nothing. Oh no. No no no no no. This can’t be happening. Megan is barfing up a lung; there may be a stomach virus in the house, the rest of us could come down with this, and the upstairs toilet is in the process of being fixed right now. No, toilet, you can NOT go wonky on us now!
I turned around to go wash my hands and that’s when I noticed the results of what must have been Megan hurling as she had sat on the toilet sometime before I got up. Besides having sleepy eyes when I had come into the bathroom, I didn’t have my contacts in, obviously, or my glasses on. So I tend to miss a lot right away. And obviously I missed that.
The floor in front of the toilet was speckled with a clean up attempt, at least most of it successful, but the wall was not so fortunate. And it’s just dried on there. Yippy Skippy.
And so it was that I moved to the sink, stepping on two towels that were right there on the floor. I picked them up to get them off the floor. That’s when I discovered what my poor, sick little chickadee used to try and clean up the chuck she upped. Only that wasn’t dried on; it was quite moist and fragrant. Oy.
Bundle up the towels. And wash, wash, wash my hands. For some reason I was wishing I had a pump bottle of Lysol at the sink. Wonder why…
I went to check on Megan in her bedroom. She had a nice big blue basin under her face. Good. Big blue basin is good. No fever, still having bouts of retching every few minutes or so, but not much you can do about that. I noticed she had a couple of cups in her room that were empty, so I took them with me to the kitchen. Along with the one that was half filled with sugar-free fruit punch. Ahh, that explains why the groceries she shouted earlier had a rosy pink hue…
Going into the kitchen with the cups, I stepped in something wet. I hate getting my socks wet. I put the cups into the sink and went back to the hallway to see what it was. No one else in the house was awake except me and Megan, so who could have spilled something on the hall floor yet?
I peeled my socks off and tossed them into the laundry basket in the hallway, and searched with my blurry vision in the dim light. Okie dokie… um, I don’t want to know what it is now. At this point I don’t care anymore, I’m just trying not to ralph myself.
I grabbed a towel from the dirty laundry, threw it on top of the puddle of whatever, and tried to erase all these images from my mind as I went to the kitchen sink again. To wash, wash, wash my hands again. Hand soap, dish liquid, SOS pad, throw it all on and scrub. Hey, got any Lysol around here too?? Oy.
Good Saturday morning everyone! ;)