The four-legged animals really miss Tim when he is away. The cats yowl and the dog mopes; Shadow has been following me around just about every minute of the day. Since I usually go to bed earlier than Tim (who doesn't?), I have been letting the dog go out and do his business a bit earlier than his usual time.
So, this morning, at 1:46 am, the dog needed to go out. Melina was sleeping across me, so the both of us crept quietly down the stairs and let the dog out. I really don't like being woken up by any animal, and to have to come downstairs is considered, by me, to be a nuisance.
Well, that isn't even the half of it. I think I was just about falling asleep again when my eyes popped open, and then I heard a cough. What came next is NOT what I wanted to hear. Two little feet ran down the hallway, and Talia stuck her head in the door: "Mom, dude just spit up!"
Thanks. I know not to shoot the messenger, but I was about ready to do just that. I crept out of bed (thank goodness Melina was snuggled up to a pillow) and headed down the hall. On the bed, there was a pile of foodstuffs, and unlike what Tim would do, I will not go into how it looked or smelled. However, since Tim is usually the cleanup guy when GI problems arise (thanks, Tim!), I was really out of practice.
I ushered the girls into Aaron's room, made a bed on the floor of Aaron's room for Aaron himself, checked the kids to be sure no changes of clothes were needed, and got Aaron a bowl. I neglected to have the kid brush his teeth, but I did ask if he was okay. He actually seemed fine.
I then went to tackle the girls' room. All the stuffed animals were unscathed and went in their bins. I stripped the bed and lysoled the mattress. I even managed to put the laundry in the machine, all before 3 am! I contemplated staying awake, but thought better of it.
I am hoping that no one else has any trouble before Tim comes home. It dawned on me that Aaron had eaten a huge amount of pepperoni at dinnertime, and perhaps the grease was the problem. Let's imagine that is the case. If not, you'll hear about it!
So, this morning, at 1:46 am, the dog needed to go out. Melina was sleeping across me, so the both of us crept quietly down the stairs and let the dog out. I really don't like being woken up by any animal, and to have to come downstairs is considered, by me, to be a nuisance.
Well, that isn't even the half of it. I think I was just about falling asleep again when my eyes popped open, and then I heard a cough. What came next is NOT what I wanted to hear. Two little feet ran down the hallway, and Talia stuck her head in the door: "Mom, dude just spit up!"
Thanks. I know not to shoot the messenger, but I was about ready to do just that. I crept out of bed (thank goodness Melina was snuggled up to a pillow) and headed down the hall. On the bed, there was a pile of foodstuffs, and unlike what Tim would do, I will not go into how it looked or smelled. However, since Tim is usually the cleanup guy when GI problems arise (thanks, Tim!), I was really out of practice.
I ushered the girls into Aaron's room, made a bed on the floor of Aaron's room for Aaron himself, checked the kids to be sure no changes of clothes were needed, and got Aaron a bowl. I neglected to have the kid brush his teeth, but I did ask if he was okay. He actually seemed fine.
I then went to tackle the girls' room. All the stuffed animals were unscathed and went in their bins. I stripped the bed and lysoled the mattress. I even managed to put the laundry in the machine, all before 3 am! I contemplated staying awake, but thought better of it.
I am hoping that no one else has any trouble before Tim comes home. It dawned on me that Aaron had eaten a huge amount of pepperoni at dinnertime, and perhaps the grease was the problem. Let's imagine that is the case. If not, you'll hear about it!
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