Friday, February 02, 2007
Could I please have the defintion of the word?
Part of Speech:
n
Definition:
a fear of vomiting
This is me. In a nutshell. I fear it. I loathe it. I abhor it. I lie awake next to children who are doing it, and get little to no sleep.
Queen Bee is trying to get me over that phobia. Tonight. And I am here. By myself. No reprieve. No husband to deal with it because, unlike me, he can wake up at the right time, and then fall back to sleep.
Me... I lie there. I listen. I anticipate every freaking move that is made. And then I start to get nervous around the time that I think another episode would be coming on.
The Queen has come down with a fever. Now, there have been times in the past when she does come down with one, she does get sick to her stomach. Once.
PLEASE DEAR GOD LET THIS BE ONE OF THOSE TIMES!!!!
Ace ... if you are reading this (which I doubt that you are), haul ass home tomorrow afternoon because .... ummm... yeah. Your ass needs to be here.
posted by Knitting Maniac at 10:11 PM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Friday Feast # 1
here are those puppets
Oh yeah... one more thing...
Anyone do any dream interpretation
To 13 or not to 13
Vacation anyone?
A little knitting
Pour some Spirit on me... in the name of love
Oh balls
You saw WHAT?!
11 Comments:
Never fails woman, always when we are needing help..
let me know if you want me to take a few kids off your hands this afternoon...
:)
Oh thanks, Robin. You are so sweet.
Nah ... I will somehow get something accomplished. I can work tomorrow ... I've had a larger workload to get through on a Sunday (like last week when I ended up summarizing 17 cases ... yeah... there is procrastination for ya!)
Good luck with Upward and pics today. Poor M won't be in the pic.
Queen Bee, get well soon!
Lots of upset tummies going around. So much fun to deal with. Hang in there!
Hey, sorry M is feeling bad!!!! If you need anything call me! Do you need a Sprite and saltines delivery?
Jacque... thanks. My Mom is going to do a throw at my house later this am with some ibuprofen and saltines. She WAS going to help out, but she is all "ooo... I don't want to get anything so I won't even set foot in your house" crap.
And people wonder where I get my freakishness about vomiting...
Oh, I hope the Queen is feeling better and no one else gets sick.
I loathe vomiting. I, like you, get NO sleep when the kids are sick. I just can't. I keep waiting for that fateful noise that tells me I have 0.2 seconds to get a bucket under them before it hits the floor.
And, for some reason, when I catch it from them, I get it bad. I'm not one of these people that can vomit once or twice and be done. Nope, it hits me hard and is more like once or twice an hour.
Sue, you and I are a lot alike, then. I would rather have a kid in the bed with me as opposed to hearing them crying or coming into my room telling me that they just threw up...
And then there are those people who have kids who NEVER throw up ... Robin...
There's nothing worse...the sound, the smell, the clean up. Now I'm glad to know the proper vocabulary. That's better than the first time my son threw up, and called to me in the middle of the night, "Mom! Something's happening!"
I hope she's feeling better soon. Nothing worst than tossing you cookies!
Wish I could help..Hope things get better and thanks for praying for my dad
Gah, I'd love to have kids that never threw up. Hell, I'd love to be one of the lucky that never throw up.
No, instead I have horror stories of such nasties as projectile vomiting while running, turning the linoleum into a slip-n-slide.
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