Post Turkey Day Delights

Hello again, stranger. It’s been a few days shy of a week since we last spoke. Been awhile, hasn’t it? This was my longest writing break on this blog in almost a year, or at least since June, when I took 5 days off to go hang out in a cabin.

So how was your Thanksgiving? Eat plenty? Enjoy yourself? I know I sure did, and it was great to see and hang out with the family.

That is, of course, until the sickness arrived.

Ericka calls this the 24 hour super-virus that runs through you, your body finds an answer to, then is flushed out soon after.

Cut to: 2:30AM Sunday morning. Annie is crying in her room. We go and see what the matter is and hear the most terrifying sounds a parent can hear: The sound of bubbling fluid.

Blech went the little girl as we dashed her to the bathroom.

Scream went the little girl who, in the throws of painful vomiting, began to believe that the bathroom was causing her sickness.

Yuck went the parents as they discovered the huge mess of curdled milk all over the floor.

Worthless went the husband who, after giving Annie a bath, cleaning up her room and changing her sheets, goes to bed too soon and leaves his wife to clean up the next mess that followed just a few minutes later. I’ll be hearing about this one for awhile.

So last night I was sure that things were settled down. I went into the girls’ room to change diapers and Annie began crying as I changed her diaper. I brushed it off as a bad dream or something…

…until I heard the bubbling. And a dash to the bathroom we go. This time I made it a point not to even stir the wife, to give Annie a bath and new bedsheets and put her back down for the night as silently as possible. As of this morning she’s still puke free and we’ve now been inundated with the smell of Lysol. But hey, whatever gets the funk out.

As all post-long weekend Mondays go, I’m trying to hang on while everything else revolves to conclusions. More on this tomorrow.

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