the flu has officially hit stodmornia.
yeah, it is an actual place. why do i know this? i live there.
first it started with the infamous lunch room barf-a-rama, which we later found out did indeed have people scurrying and falling over backwards, literally, to get away from the action.
then we brought the action a little closer to home with the sink suddenly becoming a beacon for barf. for some reason, this particular child refuses to barf in the toilet.
note to owners of bathroom sinks, they were not meant to handle barf, plunger may be needed to de-clog residual barf.
not to be outdone, the next action was brought to us by the over-confident ‘i think i can make myself not barf’ participant.
he could not, he did, and the bed needed to be cleaned.
he kept a bowl handy from then on out, even when we have tried to convince him he is no longer barf prone.
the next action barfing figure is a little unnerving to me still.
this participant showed no sign of barfing. in fact, he ate a hearty snack, followed by a hearty dinner. not 30 seconds after the hearty dinner was completed, he immediately barfed in the sink.
the damn toilet is literally 6 inches from the sink.
plunger needed yet again.
not to be deterred by a little barf, my child asked for dessert 30 seconds after finishing barfing.
“that is eating through the pain!” the hubby proudly exclaimed.
i personally was contemplating what exactly my womb created and who the heck eats right before and right after barfing?
the next participant in the barf-a-rama was the man who wished for it all, the hubby.
knowing the hubby as i do, and loving the hubby as i do, he did not fail me.
i got a play-by-play of the whole episode X2.
if that ain’t love, i don’t know what is.
at the moment, all’s quiet on the barf front, but the day is young and there are still three barf fest virgins holding on to their virtue.