Normally I would be at church on a Sunday morning and not sitting here at my computer writing up a post, but this morning things changed at the last minute.
Last night my Little Darling that had refused to change his clothes for two days in a row informed me that his tummy hurt right before bedtime. As a mother of three children I hear about tummy aches more than a GI Doctor, so I didn’t think much of it. Although this is the same Little Darling that threw up all over our car during our recent road trip to visit my husband’s family… hmmm….
Anyway, I sent him off to bed with a pat on the bottom and headed to bed myself until I was awoken this morning with him standing beside me saying, “Mooom, my tummy hurts.” I groggily realized that my husband had already left for church (he’s a Pastor, he has to get there early) and told my LD to climb into bed with me.
I snoozed in-between hearing small whispers of a four year old boy playing superhero with his hands above his head and the bed jerking from time to time because of it. Then I drifted off to sleep again after I heard him scamper out of the room.
“Mooooom.” Did I hear my name being paged? I was so tired. Surely I didn’t hear anything.
“Mooooom.” There it was again. No mistaking it now. I rolled over and saw a sliver of light from under the bathroom door. Ugh. What now?
I walked into the bathroom and found my LD sitting on the potty with what appeared to be diarrhea in his pants and all over his legs.
“Did you poo-poo in your pants, honey?”
“Noooo. I threw up.”
Oh good. Even better.
I lifted him up to discover a host of what I formally accused him of in the potty behind him. Geez. It was coming out both ends. BLAH.
The clean up began and I tossed him in the bathtub. After everything was taken care of and the bathroom sanitized I rolled back in to bed and picked up the cordless phone to dial my husband’s cell phone. I informed him we wouldn’t be at church today.
Then I crawled back to my side of the bed and leaned vicariously off the edge to check on my LD in the bathtub. He’s playing and seems better. Good. Time to read a book.
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