(Warning: Tacky, gross bodily function post ahead.)
Lately there hasn't been a lot of humor in my life. I still feel like I'm walking knee-deep through the water. However, last night Thomas and I got a really good laugh.
Thomas had been sick all day, not feeling well at all. He threw up once in the day and didn't quite make it to the toilet. I had to scrub the bathroom. Yuck. Well, lo and behold, later in the evening, the same thing happened. Got sick, didn't quite make it to the toilet.
I had been talking on the phone and really had to go to the bathroom when he got sick. I had to go before I started cleaning up. I had to step over a pile of it on the floor to get to the toilet. Knowing he missed the toilet by three feet, I didn't think twice about sitting down. Big mistake. I screamed out.
Thomas came in, saw, started laughing. See, he missed the toilet the first time, but made it to the toilet for the second coming. And he was lifting the seat as he was throwing up. It was clear so I didn't see it. And I sat in puke.
Ewwww. Gross. Gag. Sputter. Ewwww. That was one very nasty sensation. After I got over the gross factor, we both laughed and laughed and laughed.
So I had a bathroom and ME to clean up.
It's the small things in life that make us smile. Thomas laughed so hard that he felt much, much better. And that made me feel good. And I had to laugh at myself because I was too stupid -- um, didn't have the intelligence to check the seat first.
5 comments:
Oh that's too funny! I don't have any really good barf stories like that yet. Mine kids aren't bathroom barfers they still use a bucket.
But that does remind me of one from my brother: back in the day we had ONE bathroom to 4 kids. And when we got sick it usually meant 2 or more at the same time. So we were issued buckets to help with the traffic jam in the bathroom. My brother was little and for some reason usually the last to get sick. But often in the middle of the night you wake to hear "BUCKET! BUCKET!" and then hear the scramble of my parents trying to get there quick enough! LOL
Hope you are feel much recovered!
What a story! Here's to dry bottoms.
Oh that's one time I think laughing would have led to wet-pants.
Glad to hear you found humor in it. It is so good for the soul.
Oh, they never told us,
on the "welcome baby" cards,
and the pink and blue ribbons, about what we would think was funny when we got down to the real brass tacks and nails of parenting!
I love when you can feel "ewww" and
crack up at the same time! ;-)
Wishing you dry tops and bottoms today!
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