Remember four years ago, when I was having a lovely, low-key birthday that ended with Simon projectile vomiting? And how it was unseasonably warm for January? You don’t? Well, I do.
AND IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!
It hit 60 degrees today, I had a lovely, low-key birthday, and just after 10:00 p.m. Simon awoke shrieking in pain and then promptly threw up all over his bed, his stuffed animals, and the wall closest to his bed. Just like four years ago, Matt got Simon stripped down and in the tub while I set to cleaning just about every surface in his room.
Four years ago, I was next in line. I hope I’m not again, especially since I just got over a mild stomach bug. But mostly, I’m really bummed for Simon. Aside from the pain and nausea, it’s the disappointment that will come from canceling our fun weekend plans that’s getting me down. No visit to Grandma and Papaw’s for the UK basketball game. No hanging out his Bubbie’s. And the unkindest blow of all, no ice-skating lesson from his Uncle Steve.
Poor Simon. The only real consolation is that he lasted four years between stomach bugs. Well, that and that five-year-old boys can use buckets in a way that one-year-old babies cannot. It’s not much, but it’s all we’ve got.
Again, poor all you guys! The warm weather causes bad flu bugs–they don’t die.