We've been struck by the stomach virus again. J.T. started last night at 10 p.m. It has been a long night of fetching gingerale, wet washcloths, and bucket duty. He HATES being sick (gets it from me). So after our first round, he looks at me and says: "Can we say a prayer that I will be better RIGHT NOW!" I said yes. But he would probably have to wait for it to get out of his system. He was not amused.
On top of him being sick, we were under tornado watches and warnings for most of the evening. So we've got one ear out for him and one ear out for the weather radio. And Melinda "The Panicker" is imagining us holed up in our bathroom with a vomiting child while a tornado rages around us. Stomper Girl would have been doing the same thing. Atlanta was hit with a rare tornado Friday night. The CNN center in downtown actually got a good bit of damage. March is tornado month in the South. Warm spring air is moving in and it creates such violent weather when it hits the cold air. (Bet you didn't think you'd be getting a meteorology today)
Rob took the first shift and I got up at 4 a.m. to relieve him. The morning has been spent plying the sick one with Dr. Pepper, Sponge-bob and Jimmy Neutron videos. Abby has been the little Momma. Offering wet cloths, blankets and piling the bedside table high with canned drinks. How ironic that he's too sick to enjoy her kindness? It is not a frequent happening. Nice Abby. She's usually yelling at him to "get out of my room! He's looking at me!! I wanted that (with the requisite whiny tone)!"
Right now I'm wishing we had gotten hardwood floors instead of carpet. Vomit on carpet is very difficult to clean. I'm pretty sure I've rubbed a bare spot into the den carpet as I scrubbed it with lysol and a brush. Here's hoping Rob and I aren't next.
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