YUCK!

CAUTION: If you don't like poo-poo talk, you should just skip this one!

I think you'll all thank me for not including a picture with this post. We've had the stomach flu this past week. I am so sick of poo! I just put Carson to bed and it was definitely in the top ten of all-time worst Carson diapers. And why he feels the need to assist me while wriggling out of his diaper I'll never understand.

It all started last weekend. On my birthday, in fact! The nursery leaders came and got us TWICE during Sunday School to change Carson's messy diapers. Imagine my joy when I realized we had no wipes in the diaper bag. Then dear little Annie filled her pants and shirt as she lay in bed that night attempting to achieve relief through the simple act of tooting. Not so simple. We had just sat down to watch Season 4 of The Office (my standing birthday present for the last three years) and I was talking to my dad in Mexico online when we heard her crying. So I spent the next half hour cleaning that up. We didn't fully realize what she had done until she stripped to go potty. So that was fun. I gave her a bath and tried not to throw up while I cleaned her clothes, the bathtub, the floor, the potty, etcetera. Ryan got her ready for bed Part II. Well, I guess I used too many Clorox wipes without flushing so the toilet clogged. I just didn't feel like dealing with it right then, so I closed the lid and went back to watch more Office.

As I sat there, I began to feel not so well. As I rushed to the bathroom to throw up, stressed because I really don't like being sick, it escaped my memory that the toilet was clogged. Not good.

I continued to be sick for the next five days. It was a record-breaker week of digestive upset, interrupted sleep, intestinal turmoil, and other such unpleasantries. I finally went to the doctor on Friday (funny how I felt better within a half hour of setting the appointment--no joke! My doctor is amazing! When I told him that I felt better right after calling he agreed: "We ARE GOOD at this office!" he mused). Seriously, though, it's better to go than stay home and risk being miserable over the weekend.

Then, last night Ryan and Annie took turns throwing up and receiving fever-lowering meds. I felt so badly for both of them (and selfishly for myself as well, because I got NO sleep whatsoever--although I got to entertain myself listening to Ryan's sleep-talk). Annie was sweating soooo badly and she was so positive about it. Other than the first time (which happened in the middle of the living room at 1 AM when Ryan and I were slowly waking up from falling asleep on the couch and couldn't move fast enough to prevent it), she went strait to the bathroom and willingly went back to bed each time. Poor thing.

Then today, Carson has made an art out of filling his diaper with the strangest assortment of colors and textures. I don't mean to be so gross, I just shake my head at the week I've had and think that maybe if I laugh about it, it won't seem so bad. One thing is for sure, I have plenty of laundry to do tomorrow!

I just wanted to gripe about this for a minute. I know it won't last forever, and it will happen again and again and again. That's okay. Poo and throw up are part of life. I accept it.

But I figured a way to find humor in all of this. If you want, please share a classic birthday story as a comment on this blog. You know, one of those stories that you just can't believe it is really happening, but then you laugh about it later. If you don't have one, that's fine. I just really enjoy reading funny comments when I've had a rough day!