Let’s not talk about it anymore. Even though it happened again only 2 hours ago on Sunday night, and the first explosion was Thursday night, let’s just put it behind us and think about something else…..
So……what’s up?…………I heard it’s been raining in Hawaii for over two weeks. And even more rain this week. That would totally suck if you were taking your vacation during those weeks. Can you even imagine? It would be like having your two year old throwing up every day for four days. Oh, woops! Sorry. We were going to depart from that subject. Excuse me. On to something else…
I saw today that Bush’s approval rating has dropped to 36%, which is a staggering number and something I didn’t think was possible. I also didn’t think it was possible for a 29 pound person to output from both ends for four days. It’s like–where does he store it?? He’s like a little human volcano, erupting all over the carpet, which we end up shampooing every time he gets the stomach flu. We call on two doctors–the baby doctor and the Rug Doctor. I will forever equate the smell of vomit with clean carpet.
Oh, dear. I’m doing it again, aren’t I? I don’t mean to. I had every intention of pulling myself together for this post. I wanted to discuss something meaningful that you might want to read about before, during, or after your lunch without regretting it………….. This will be the first of many disappointments for you….
By the way, the other day I used the phrase, “yarking chunks” and I want to give due credit–I stole the term from Stephen King. He coined the phrase in his memoir/writing manual, On Writing, which I highly recommend if you have any spare time (the book, not the yarking). As for me, I don’t have any spare time. I have to do another load of laundry, stained with Max’s ralph….
Hello, St. Mom here, aka Groma (Christian’s early form of “Grandma”). I thought I owed it to all (10) of you, – (that’s the readership Tiff says she’s shooting for), to speak for myself. I remember thinking when Tiff and Ryan first asked me to watch my darling grandson’s during this education marathon they’re running, that I would gladly do it, with the exception of the times when the kids were sick. Somehow I felt that was not in the contract. Well, something happened on the way to Max’s most recent bout with stomach flu. I realized that I’m so head-over-heels in love with the little munster that if T&R can’t be there for him, there is no way on earth I’ll let anyone else do the job. This is the first time I’ve tended a really sick grand child, and it just about rips your heart out.
Just before Ryan got home this afternoon, Max woke from his nap and hollared. I hurried in, thinking maybe he had …. what is the current terminology?….”ralphed”? He hadn’t, but it was worse. Yeah, you get the picture. Oh, I hope you don’t. I’m trying to forget it. But it about did me in to see him laying there, not even moving while I cleaned him up.
Ryan felt bad that it happened on my watch. It’s hard to convince someone that it’s ok, that I am glad to do whatever I can for this blonde, tossle-haired, brown-eyed angel I earlier called “munster”. I will admit, however, that since coming home I’ve changed my clothes, and still that distinctive smell lingers in my memory. Even the crust on my meat pie tonight, … I can’t believe we’re still on this subject!
May you all take your vitamins, get plenty of rest and avoid crowds.