Friday, February 02, 2007

Could I please have the defintion of the word?

Part of Speech:
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.


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.


Anonymous Robin said...

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...

7:18 AM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

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.

7:36 AM  
Blogger Mamacita Tina said...

Queen Bee, get well soon!

Lots of upset tummies going around. So much fun to deal with. Hang in there!

8:21 AM  
Anonymous Jacque said...

Hey, sorry M is feeling bad!!!! If you need anything call me! Do you need a Sprite and saltines delivery?

8:40 AM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

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...

9:11 AM  
Blogger The "Mind" said...

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.

10:35 AM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

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...

10:43 AM  
Blogger Bellezza said...

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!"

1:44 PM  
Anonymous local girl said...

I hope she's feeling better soon. Nothing worst than tossing you cookies!

4:49 AM  
Blogger amy said...

Wish I could help..Hope things get better and thanks for praying for my dad

5:44 AM  
Blogger The "Mind" said...

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.

9:39 AM  

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