A time and place for everything
Friday, January 25, 2008 at 10:19PM 7:30 AM Friday Morning
Daddy and Mommy are in the kitchen, striping off their clothes like there is no tomorrow!
Daddy curls up all the clothes on the floor, into a big ball and throws it in one corner.
Mommy bends down to reach something on the floor and dad gives mom a quick glance. They make eye contact. Dad, who is very good at reading moms eyes, realizes instantly that he has forgotten something....
Still in his underwear, he rushes back to the cabinet and quickly grabs a...
CUT... CUT.. CUT..
He rushes back to the cabinet and quickly grabs a .....kid that has just finished throwing up all over daddy and mommy, from the kitchen countertop!!
Yep. Truth is so far from fiction. Even the present is so far from the past!
Flashback to three days ago!
The little one decided to taste the pacifier from a sick baby in her daycare and came home with a stomach bug. As is customary, she will only ask for Daddy when she feels insecure. That means sleeping on daddy's shoulder all through the night, including when she is throwing up.
Lets just say, we ran out of sheets to replace. Now daddy is sick as well, thanks to taking four baths a day, no sleep, laundry chores at 1AM, 3AM, 5AM, 7AM. That means mommy is under extra pressure as the only healthy person in the house and Jr. is moping because she cannot come near her sister or daddy! The whole house has a gloomy feel to it at times.
Now back to that scene in the morning! Daddy did a fantastic save in the living room that would have made Jonty Rhodes proud! In one smooth motion, he swooped down the little one, who had just given her warning cough, grabbed her and raced to the kitchen. His clothes were gone, but he managed to save the living room carpet!!
He screamed for reinforcement and mommy showed up to clean the baby. She did not know that the little one had more in store for her, than she had for daddy and was in trouble as well.
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As irony would have it, Daddy was about to write, "well the little one has stopped throwing up since evening and daddy might get some sleep after all" when she did the warning cough again!
A fumble by daddy this time, who in the process of extricating the kid from the bunk bed, bumped her head pretty badly. Daddy did not stand a chance. Deciding that cloth is easier to clean than hardwood, he opted for, yet another midnight laundry session.
Ladies and gentlemen, the saga continues.....
Someday, I will write a book about "Dealing with stomach flu. What the doctors don't tell you, your parents don't teach you, and your kids won't care if you do not know!"
For now, I am going back to bed for a precious few hours so we can get ready for the 3AM show!
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