Vague Ramblings

Dear readers...I have absolutely nothing of consequence to write about today, however, my pledge is to keep up with this blog and to give you all something new to read every week. This week, the goddess welcomes the return of the stomach flu to her household. I simply cannot describe the happiness I felt when Mr. J showed me dinner again, in the middle of the kitchen floor. Yay, didn't know chicken and broccoli looked like THAT after being in contact with the bubbling hydrochloric acid contained within his stomach. And then he had the nerve to cry! He wasn't the one who had to clean up all that vomit.

Ok, Mr. J, put away, tucked in for the night, clean, no vomit smell. So, as a good goddess mama does, I went in to check on my little ones in the middle of the night. As I patted Mr. Mookie (The big C) on the back, he sat up, then got on all fours, coughed a bit, then.......(drum roll please) vomited, retched, then vomited again.

I admit, as I was patting his back (too late to try to run him to the toilet and I had to change the sheets anyway) I was laughing. Don't judge me, it was pretty funny. I mean, think of it like this, I was up at the plate and 0-2 (for it's one, two, three pukes you're out.....) (Of course, I didn't let Mr. Mookie see me laugh - he's very sensitive). So the goddess cleaned another round of stomach regurgitation. Ah, motherhood. Just waiting for Princess E to get the pukes and that's no laughing matter. At least the boys puke, rince their mouths and keep it moving. Princess E, on the other hand will vomit into her pillow, rub her hair in it (accidently of course) then cry, scream and carry on for the next 30 minutes. During the first occurance of the stomach flu, I left her in the capable hands of her father for if I heard her screaming one more time, I would rinsed her hair out in the toilet bowl. (Don't even blink, if you've got girls, you KNOW how it is!)

Times like these, makes me wanna go to rehab....how can I get an involuntary 72 hour hold like Britney Spears???