Good Times!

WARNING!!! This blog is not for the weak of stomach!!!

Weeeelllll, that was fun! Nothin like having to clean up a bed full of vomit at 1:00 am! These are the moments. The little things that make you realize that you are a momma, and no one in their right mind would take this job.

**hold while I assist my baby with his dry heaves**

As I was saying...this isn't a job any sane person would ask for. But these are my babies, and if I am to enjoy the laughter and smiles I must also endure the late night sicknesses and bellyaches.

Poor Izzi. He doesn't do sick very well. I suppose none of us do, but the rest of my kids (even Micaiah) seem to make it to the restroom before they get sick. Unfortunately, sickness always seems to sneak up on Israel. He'll be sleeping soundly and the next thing you know...."RALPH". Poor guy. He just can't seem to gage when to wake and RUN!!!

I should be saying "poor Braeden". He is the one who mistakenly climbed into Israel's bed tonight so not to sleep alone. He is the one who was covered from head to toe in Israel's supper. He is the one who woke to a nightmare of epic proportions.

Blech!! The terrible horrible memories. I remember the time Al's brother Kevin "ralphed" on me from across the room. CURSE his wretched flu!! And the time Ash "ralphed" on Kayl after drinking strawberry milk on a cross country road trip. Not a good time having to clean two kids and a van at a truckstop in the middle of nowhere. These are not good memories folks. Nothing about these memories are enjoyable.

So Israel is sick to his stomach and Braeden has to endure the repercussions of Izzi's tummyache. And I am left to the task of dragging two exhausted and crying little boys to the bathroom to make them shower. Not a very fun middle of the night activity I must say. Not only were the boys crying, but try as I might I could not get that water the right temperature! "It's burning, it's burning...It's freezing, it's freezing!! ~sob, sob, sob~"

The neighbors must think us insane. 1:00 am, lights on throughout the house, the boys crying in the shower, me running back and forth from kitchen to bedroom to laundry room to bathroom and back again. And all the while I comfort the boys, strip the bed, bleach and flip the mattress, re-sheet the bed and start the laundry.

Finally the boys are washed, dried and pajama'd. They climb back into a fresh bed, cuddle under the covers and drift off to sleep. Thankfully, with the second round, Izzi woke in time to race for the bathroom. A little Pepto & he is off to bed again. It is a good thing I don't sleep at night. This would be absolutely miserable if I was tired too.

Amazingly I find that I can deal with this far better than I used to. There was a time that you would find me dry heaving if I was forced to clean up after a vomiting spell.

**and I'm off**

Poor Little Guy :(

Anyhow, so now I can manage a quick and thorough clean-up without being sick myself. It took me a long while to get here. It must be six kids worth of sickness that toughened my stomach lining!

Ah, the joys of motherhood. Only a mommy can hold you and love you while all sorts of disgusting fluids are leaking from the various orifices of your body.

Thanks to my momma, and hers and all those who have gone before. I love and admire you all!

**back to my mommy duties!**