Real Life is Gross
It’s that time of year again. Time for the annual Plague. This time we managed to make it all the way until the end of January before we got the dreaded stomach virus. Liam was the first man down, but thankfully had it only mildly (and managed to hit the bucket most of the time). We almost began to believe it was going to stop with him when 4 days later (Wednesday night), somewhere close to 3am I hear a whining call of “Mom, I throat on my bed.” Translation: I threw up on my bed.
Lucky, by mid morning, Gavin was done “throating”. Unluckily for him, this particular virus had a nasty stage 2: diarrhea. I suppose it’s good that he didn’t have both at the same time. However, this being his first experience (in his memory) with this malady, he really had no words to describe it. I really didn’t think to give him the words, either. He had enough control to make it to the bathroom every time (thank you, son), but did have to endure the problem for a few days. Yes. Real life is gross. Quite.
Fast forward to this morning. After a day of rest, he finally visited the throne again to do his thing. He soon after summoned me to the bathroom with an excited voice, “Mom! I no poop throw anymore! I pooped in a circle!”
Not knowing what to call this new bodily process, he took what he knew to form his own conclusion: If I was throwing up from my mouth, it only stands to reason that is what was happening at the other end, too.
I congratulated him on reentering the realm of round poo, wandered off to have my laugh out of his hearing and of course shared the story with Dad. This kid is so observational. He cracks us up.
But, back to the plague, thus far I am the only other person to have been afflicted. Lidia and Adam have thus far escaped its grasp. Hopefully that continues! I’m ready to leave this particular gross in the past.
Posted: Monday, February 1st, 2010 @ 3:26 pm
Categories: Incoherant Rambling, Peanut Butter.
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