Yes, for years I swear every time
my family gets ill that I indeed will not because, “Mommas don’t get sick.”
Yeah, so I was doing that whole chant for over a month and my hubby started
thinking the same thing. Perhaps that is where we went wrong this time…
Yesterday was our 10 year wedding anniversary and a huge milestone… or so we thought. He was thoughtful and texted me right after midnight to wish me a happy anniversary and a love you which was incredible. I of course was up and had to text him back and proceeded to get the things done around the house that needed done. I wasn’t feeling quite right so I stayed up a bit longer and that’s when it hit me. Hit me like a damn Mack truck barreling down the highway like he owned the joint. I cleaned up my ‘stuff’ and texted my hubby as so to let him know the pre-planned festivities would indeed NOT be taking place due to the vomit factor. Strangely enough at the same time I was doing the porcelain praying, he was too. Now when I took my vows 10 years ago I did say “in sickness and in health” but I never dreamed that we would both be sick at the same time and with the same damn stuff. He drove home and we got the kids ready for school. Got home and crashed between gagging sessions. Awesome 10 year celebration and one I’ll never forget… HA!
We have pop in the house however it was not clear pop and so one of us needed to go get some and run to the bank quickly. It was at that moment that I wished we had a drive up Git-N-Go like they do in Des Moines. Shit! I was going to have to go and infect some poor soul while going in to get something to calm our stomachs. I felt like I should have taken Lysol in to spray behind myself the whole way. Thank goodness the gal was very understanding and was like “no big deal” and “at least you care and not just trying to infect people” but that still didn’t make me feel any better. Deed was done and I went home to “occupy my bed” for yet another only God knows how long.
I knew the minute the kids were home from school. The door flew open and all one could hear is “MOM ARE YOU STILL SICK? DO YOU STILL THROW UP? ARE YOU HERE? MOM! MOM! Mom. Mom? EVIE! Where are they?” “They are sick and downstairs. SHUT UP!” Yup, then it was rumble tumble down the stairs to see if the parents were indeed still alive before running amok. We were still alive, but barely. Amok commenced in 5..4..3..2..GO! Brief stopping in the non-stop play for questions like “Mom, can I have an ice cream sandwich?”
My mom, bless her and my dad, called to see what the kids would want to have for supper and therefore the kids had chicken nugget happy meals. The hubby and I however were down and out for the count. Everything we tried came back for a visit in the not so nice way until we made propel and slept. Sleep is a wonderful thing.
Got the kids off to school this morning and the world is a better place today. The powerful smell of bleach and Lysol is consuming my house as you read (I type) but the germs are going bye-bye. I hope and pray for everyone to have a very safe and HEALTHY day. Blessed be.
Yesterday was our 10 year wedding anniversary and a huge milestone… or so we thought. He was thoughtful and texted me right after midnight to wish me a happy anniversary and a love you which was incredible. I of course was up and had to text him back and proceeded to get the things done around the house that needed done. I wasn’t feeling quite right so I stayed up a bit longer and that’s when it hit me. Hit me like a damn Mack truck barreling down the highway like he owned the joint. I cleaned up my ‘stuff’ and texted my hubby as so to let him know the pre-planned festivities would indeed NOT be taking place due to the vomit factor. Strangely enough at the same time I was doing the porcelain praying, he was too. Now when I took my vows 10 years ago I did say “in sickness and in health” but I never dreamed that we would both be sick at the same time and with the same damn stuff. He drove home and we got the kids ready for school. Got home and crashed between gagging sessions. Awesome 10 year celebration and one I’ll never forget… HA!
We have pop in the house however it was not clear pop and so one of us needed to go get some and run to the bank quickly. It was at that moment that I wished we had a drive up Git-N-Go like they do in Des Moines. Shit! I was going to have to go and infect some poor soul while going in to get something to calm our stomachs. I felt like I should have taken Lysol in to spray behind myself the whole way. Thank goodness the gal was very understanding and was like “no big deal” and “at least you care and not just trying to infect people” but that still didn’t make me feel any better. Deed was done and I went home to “occupy my bed” for yet another only God knows how long.
I knew the minute the kids were home from school. The door flew open and all one could hear is “MOM ARE YOU STILL SICK? DO YOU STILL THROW UP? ARE YOU HERE? MOM! MOM! Mom. Mom? EVIE! Where are they?” “They are sick and downstairs. SHUT UP!” Yup, then it was rumble tumble down the stairs to see if the parents were indeed still alive before running amok. We were still alive, but barely. Amok commenced in 5..4..3..2..GO! Brief stopping in the non-stop play for questions like “Mom, can I have an ice cream sandwich?”
My mom, bless her and my dad, called to see what the kids would want to have for supper and therefore the kids had chicken nugget happy meals. The hubby and I however were down and out for the count. Everything we tried came back for a visit in the not so nice way until we made propel and slept. Sleep is a wonderful thing.
Got the kids off to school this morning and the world is a better place today. The powerful smell of bleach and Lysol is consuming my house as you read (I type) but the germs are going bye-bye. I hope and pray for everyone to have a very safe and HEALTHY day. Blessed be.
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