Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Never a Dull Moment...

So I was all set to post a cute and peppy Easter weekend wrapup for today, but...


Baby awakened me in the middle of the night last night because his "foot hurt". I had to laugh at the ridiculousness of it. But when I went to elbow Hubby so he could "share" in my "amusement", he wasn't there.


I put Baby back to bed (after rubbing and kissing his boo-boo foot, of course) and went in search of Hubby.

He was in the sunroom laying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. Shivering. And moaning.

Chest pains.

But NOT his heart. More towards the right side. A heaviness.

I was all ready to spring into action though, regardless of what he said.

(We went through this before, a few years ago. After running the gamut of tests on him in the ER, it was diagnosed as a REALLY BAD incident of heartburn - he now takes prescription medicine for said heartburn.)

He wanted to just rest and wait it out. I was worried, but acquiesced.

My alarm went off at 5:45 a.m. I showered and got ready for work.

None of the boyz were awake. Hubby was snoring on the couch.

I realized I couldn't simply leave and catch my train, after the night Hubby had. He had been pretty much awake until after 3 a.m.

So I put my pj's back on, rolled up my sleeves and started the morning routine (after calling in to work.) Got Eldest on the bus.

Hubby didn't rouse until 7:30 and then was pretty much incoherent. I managed to gather from him that his chest didn't hurt anymore. He stumbled up to bed.

The babysitter came. I figured I would be taking Hubby to the Dr. at some point, so I had her come and pick up the Middle and Baby (she watches them at her house because neither of them have preschool on Wednesdays).

So I reveled in the sounds of silence (you are now singing Simon & Garfunkle, aren't ya?) and CLEANED.

[I haven't talked about this before, but my neighbor (she lives directly across the street from me) is THE CLEANING COACH. Recently she gave me one of her Starter Packs (containing a microfiber cloth, an Xtreme sponge and a window cloth) and so today I went to town on the Trenches! Lovelovelove. (Stay tuned for a giveaway soon!)]

Hubby slept until 1pm and woke up feeling a bit better.

(I have a hunch it's bronchitis, but GOD FORBID he go to the Dr. and get a DIAGNOSIS or some MEDICINE to CURE him.)

(Do I sound huffy? It's because I AM.)

(Meanwhile, I just keep reminding him to up his life insurance policy if he's going to be so DAMN stubborn.)

Then tonight, I was supposed to be on (I'm foreshadowing) a Fishful Thinking conference call at 6:30.

At 6:15, Middle proceeded to get up off the couch, walk to the middle of the living room and VOMIT all over the carpet. (He had been complaining of a bellyache. Apparently he wasn't kidding.)

White chunks.

Apple mixed with milk.

And when I went to strip him of his clothes (that he had yakked on)?

I got puke on my forehead.

THAT'S the sign of a real mutha.

And THAT'S the reason(s) why you aren't getting a cute and peppy Easter weekend wrapup today.


Jenni said...

Oh man....apples and milk. That's baddddddd.

amanda said...

holy crap!! thanks for the vomit description...let me just put down the basket-o-easter candy!

hope everyone finds a good and pukeless night of sleep!

Tiffany said...

Missed you on the call.

Hope you got the puke off your forehead.

Serenityville said...

one word - gross. i feel for ya sistah. You are very, very brave.

p.s. what is the deal with guys and doctors? Is it like asking for directions? Can't admit their fallibility? (did i use that word right?)

I used to date a loser, I mean guy, who was so scared of going to the doctor, he became mute when the subject came up. Can't we use their egos against them? "you big strong man, are you scared of going to a little doctor?)

ConverseMomma said...

What is it about men and their darn stubborn refusal to go to the doctor.

AZ Mommy said...

Ahh the joys of motherhood. When my boy was a baby he wanted to be held while he puked. I don't know how many times I've had vomit everywhere.
Men are such sissies.

Allison said...

You are so descriptive in your posts, I often feel like I was right there with you! - This time...That isn't a good thing! Yuck about the puke.....I say the same thing to my stubborn hubby when he overloads his food with salt - I hope the blood pressure pills he takes compensates.

I need all the cleaning help I can get, so I am looking forward to a giveaway.

Michele R said...

With my husband he is all about getting strep throat afew times a year. He loves -- well, I shouldn't say loves -- he goes to the Minute Clinic at the CVS for fast, freindly and accurate service.

Judy said...

Not laughing AT you but WITH you.

You are laughing at all this, right?

Banteringblonde said...

Oh my ... nothing like when yer kid blows distinct chunks! You need to make your hubby go to the doc!


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