you may not want to read this if you don't have kids.......
So, I was IM'ing with a friend yesterday morning before I had to go pick up Tatiana from school. When it was time to log off, I issued the standard niceties, "have a good day" and all that. He replied with something like, "yeah you too. have a good day doing whatever it is you do." and I thought to myself, what exactly is it that I do anymore?
The answer came to me last night as I slept. No, not in a dream - nothing nearly that magical. I happened to be sleeping next to Ethan in his bed. It was about three in the morning when he abruptly woke up and started to moan. After years of experience with this sort of thing, I knew what was coming next. Before I had time to get out of the way or even cover myself with the covers, "Blechhhh" - he threw up all over my arms and upper body. But wait, there's more! Then, as I lay there, completely grossed out, he coughed and spewed chunks all over my face. Ewwww. I quickly switched gears and entered vomit-incident-reaction-mode and stripped the bedlinens and threw them in the washer. I put some new linens on his bed with some towels layered on top so that he could go back to sleep. Then I went and washed to vomit off my various body parts and went back to bed myself. He continued to wake up to puke once every 45 minutes or so for the next 8 hours or so.
So, for today at least, I can definitively say exactly what it is that I do. I am Jennifer, Gatekeeper of The Vomitoirium!
The answer came to me last night as I slept. No, not in a dream - nothing nearly that magical. I happened to be sleeping next to Ethan in his bed. It was about three in the morning when he abruptly woke up and started to moan. After years of experience with this sort of thing, I knew what was coming next. Before I had time to get out of the way or even cover myself with the covers, "Blechhhh" - he threw up all over my arms and upper body. But wait, there's more! Then, as I lay there, completely grossed out, he coughed and spewed chunks all over my face. Ewwww. I quickly switched gears and entered vomit-incident-reaction-mode and stripped the bedlinens and threw them in the washer. I put some new linens on his bed with some towels layered on top so that he could go back to sleep. Then I went and washed to vomit off my various body parts and went back to bed myself. He continued to wake up to puke once every 45 minutes or so for the next 8 hours or so.
So, for today at least, I can definitively say exactly what it is that I do. I am Jennifer, Gatekeeper of The Vomitoirium!