My Honda Vomitorium

Now if that title doesn't whet your appetite, I don't know what will!

As I mentioned in my last post, Lil' Bro was sick on Friday. Saturday & Sunday found him rather punky but doing ok. He was more tired than usual. Lighter appetite. But after a day of yarfing, why would I think that strange?

At church, he was normal. He snarfed about 952 pieces of the watermelon (normal). He fought with the pastor's kid in class while trying to "share" the train set (normal). He ran around chasing Pokemon Boy and all the other kids after church (normal). He ate about half a cheeseburger at lunch (pretty normal for being post puke).

Last night, we were driving over to my parents' house for a light dinner. We were almost done with the 7 minute drive when I heard a cough and then the dreaded splattering. Lil' Bro was a font of yick. Four times over in quick succession. All I did was keep saying stuff like, "It's ok buddy - just let it out!" He was asking, "Is it my fault mommy?" So while I faked the total mommy calm, I dialed my mom and informed her of the wonders that were about to be in her driveway.

Mom met me in the driveway with towels, rags and wet washcloths. Have I mentioned that I have the best mom in the world? Pokemon Boy bailed and ran into the house to regale my dad with the horror of "his" ordeal.

Mom and I stripped Lil' Bro, hosed him down, and got him into one of mom's t-shirts. If he hadn't been totally devoid of color, it would have been adorable. Then we spent the better part of the next 40 minutes pulling everything out of the car, hosing it down, wiping things down, spraying things down, etc. It was a study in stomach control. It's the glamor of being a mom and grandma. But it doesn't make it any less gross.

I got Lil' Bro bathed while mom put everything washable in her washing machine. After everything was as clean and dry as humanly possible, I took Lil 'Bro home and got him into bed. Pokemon Boy stayed at my parents' house.

Lil' Bro woke up dry heaving. Mom brought Pokemon Boy home and stayed with Lil' Bro while I took Pokemon Boy to his first day of summer camp.

This is just one in a long string of illnesses for Lil' Bro. I took him to the doc because I don't like long strings of illness. I want it documented and checked. I don't want something awful happening and someone going, "Why didn't you take him to the doctor after the 42nd illness?"

The doc confirmed my thoughts: it's just another virus he's having to deal with. It's his first year in day care and his immune system is having to adjust. Trial by fire, as it were. Pokemon Boy did the same thing back in kindergarten. The doc also confirmed that this virus is highly contagious. Which makes me wish I hadn't brought the Honda Vomitorium and it's passengers to my parents' house last night. *sigh*

It's just another weekend that reminds me that I would not be able to do this whole single-mom thing without God totally hooking me up with a ginormous support system. First on that awesome list is my mom & dad.

Being a mom is all glamor, man. I need to get me a tiara. I want the diamonds to spell out "God Rocks!" Think they'd make me one?