Contagion in the House

No matter what the weather is today, it's a great morning.  After the last few days I had, the fact that I can get out of the bed is great.  It's been a rough road in the Wise has as we have been battling a BUG.  It started with the boys on Monday night, I think.  Pretty sudden onset as we were going along just nicely and then when it was time to get ready for bed, then BAM!  Cam comes into the room with stomach cramps. 

"Mom, my stomach hurts so bad," he wines, balling up in the fetal position on my bed.
Now, being then loving mother that I am,  I respond with, "Boy, ain't nothin' wrong with you!  You were just in here playing and when I say take a bath you wanna act like you're sick!"

"But it dooooes," he wines.  "I went to the bathroom and it started hurting really bad! Can I have some Pepto pills?"  

Okay, now I'm irritated because I have to get off of Facebook (which I'd hidden under my school dashboard screen, you know, to pretend like I was doing something productive...) to get up and find my poor son some medicine.

So I gave the boy a chewable Pepto and sent him off to bed with all of his whining.

Okay, in my defense, you have to understand that Cam is the kind of child that wines over everything.  He is very dramatic with his sicknesses and you'd think that he was going to pass out every time he gets a hang nail.  We've been back to this school a little over a month and he has been in the Nurse's office at least 4 times, that I know about, already.  Needless to say, if he knows no one else in that school, he will be very familiar with the nurse, and usually my number is on speed dial.

So off to bed I send him, only to wake up to him getting very aquainted with the porcelain bowl. As always, he didn't make it to the bathroom and I ended up cleaning blankets and carpets in the middle of the night. 

"I told you I was sick," he says to me, with his head in the bowl.  

And as I'm cleaning up what had to be the worst pile of puke ever (we'd had stake and collard greens for dinner), I look at him and tell him, "Why must you always have me up with you when you're sick?  No one gets up with me when I'm sick."

He smiles and say, "Well, that's part of being a mom."

Boy, is he lucky I love him.

After about the 3rd time of getting out of the bed, Cam decided that the best place for him was the bathroom floor, so that's where he took him blanket and pillow for easy access.

5am rolls around and I hear someone roaming the downstairs.  As I get up to head down to investigate, I see Cam still sleeping in the bathroom and CJ coming up the stairs.

"Mom, my stomach hurts really bad."

Great.

Well, both boys were taken to see the doctor, as I wasn't sure if they had food poisoning or something else.  We'd eaten at a buffet the night before, so you never know.  

A really bad virus is going around apparently.  

Later that night, we're watching Contagion which we'd rented from Netflix and boy does that movie make you THINK about what you touch and what you're passing around!  Perfect timing, because during the movie, I also had become quite acquainted with the porcelain bowl...      










 

Are We There Yet?!?!?!

Road trip! It's been a tough couple of months for the family. Today we're heading to Michigan to bury my uncle Sterling, just 5 months after burying my dad.

The kids are driving me crazy with the bickering and I want to jump out the car window, tuck and roll, and get up and run off into the woods. But alas, this is my uncle's funeral and how would it look if I wasn't in the car when it arrives in Michigan? Someone would surely think the husband offed me and left me for the buzzards somewhere along the way.

I was about to comment on how nice the Tennessee mountains are, but I just looked up and saw we're a out to enter Kentucky. So, the Kentucky mountains are beautiful. Makes me miss Arizona and being surrounded by mountains 360 degrees. It's a site you have to see to appreciate. I have to wonder if my brother and I argued half as much as Missy and Cam on our road trips and if so, how are we still alive??

I've taken this 12 hour trip plenty of times and there are areas that we come to that remind me of when we were kids. We used to sing "1000 Bottles of Beer on the Wall", play "That's My Car" and "Slug Bug" for hours upon hours upon hours. How I wish they would do that rather than having to hear, "Don't touch me." "I'm not touching you!" "If you touch me..." "Aaaah! He's touching me!"

Really soon, it's going to be me asking, "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?!?!"

Bangs

Ms. Missy hates my bangs.  Of course she hates anytime I take scissors to my hair, but she told me out right that my hair was ugly.  Kids say the darnedest things, right.  They are honest.  Too Honest.  At least Cam has some etiquette and told her that she should keep some things to herself.  Here's the reveal...

GOSH I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night!