Yeah, sorry I’ve been MIA again. I actually set aside time for reading/responding to the 109 set-aside-posts in Google Reader, and then found myself at the emergency room, again, though this time at the pediatric emergency room, and this time because Henry was projectile barfing bile (seriously, it’s, like, NEON green– it looks just like the slime on the ghost on Ghostbusters… eeeew.). Luckily, he’s fine, and we actually weren’t stuck in the ER for too long. And Jack was actually a real dear the whole time, which is a miracle in itself, given his monkey tendencies.
Believe it or not, the bile barf is not the grossest thing to happen to me in the last 48 hrs. Although I was puked on 4 times (that’s only counting the number of times when both tops and pants were saturated enough with barf to warrant a clothing change, not those times when it was just a piddly handful of barf or two), it was at midnight last night when my digestive tract posted a giant “GET OUT” sign, when I found myself on my hands and knees ejecting the ten-hours-old contents of my stomach, when my intestines dealt their own version of that “EXIT! EXIT! EMERGENCY!”, that I realized that it trumped the grossness of being covered in a 9 month old’s bile barfing. As I bathed myself, and scrubbed and disinfected two toilets and two bathroom floors last night at 12:30 a.m. (and gave up and threw away the pajamas I was wearing because I just couldn’t fathom how to get all the nastiness out of them), I realized that THIS was the sickest I think I’ve ever been.
Anyhow, I know that a lot of my posts sound like this lately– I did intend to spend a lot of time writing and reading this past weekend–, but what can I say? Being a parent to nine-month old twins is incredibly time consuming. We’re working on some pretty big projects, too (childproofing/gating the front porch so I have a safe, outdoor space to take the boys as the weather gets nicer again). We might be building a deck (by “we”, I of course mean ME…). And there’s a couple of other projects we’ll be hiring someone to do (windows and some tile work, hopefully). So what I mean is that things are busy, and just when I think I might catch a break, I’m felled by a vicious stomach virus, leaving me dehydrated and weak and so, so tired. I will catch up sometime, I hope, but forgive me if it’s a bit longer before I take the time to write the comments I’m yearning to write.
This was supposed to be a short post, though I guess for me it is. It’s ten. I need to go to bed, so I can possibly gather enough strength to make it through the day tomorrow. Gatorade is my friend.
So. What about you? Anything fun and exciting going on in your world? What’s the sickest you’ve ever been, and my GOD, how did you survive it? (And if you’re parenting, how on EARTH did you survive barfy baby plus barfy parent???)