Cathy in the Wright

Not Your Typical Mother's Day Gift...

Happy Mother's Day to all women who ever had the rewarding, often thankless job of making sure their offspring made it to 18 alive.

Tonight This morning I was greeted by the magical words every Mom loves to hear from one of her own: "I threw up in bed." I cannot begin to t

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Sorry, I don't remember where I was going with that last sentence. I had just finished cleaning up The Senator, changing his sheets, dispensing medicine and was sitting down to blog about it when

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He threw up again.

This time he fortunately got most of it in the barf bucket (which moonlights as the bottom half of our Tupperware marinader. Keep that in mind when you accept an invitation to dinner at The Outpost. Ask about the menu.)

I got him out of bed and sent him off to the bathroom to clean up when (you just knew it was going to happen, didn't you?)

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He threw up in the doorway of his bedroom. And I'm still holding the barf bucket. Splat.

Sooooo...I get The Senator to the bathroom (Splat! Another barf - no worries this time...linoleum!) and haul out the wet vac. I don't think enough can be said about tackling those stains while their fresh.

Clean carpet, clean bed, clean up The Senator, dispense medicine, wait to see if medicine stays down, tuck The Senator in bed, and head back to bed. No. Wait. This is great blog material! Barfing: I could get a couple paragraphs out of that!

Well, I really should get to bed. I was inspired to type because even though I'm tired, I'm very happy. It's Mother's Day and this morning it hit home just how much he needs his mom.

I love you too, Senator.

Posted by Cathy at May 9, 2004 02:12 AM