Biohazard #8743

Those of you who have children, or have spent any amount of time around children, know that from the actual delivery of the child for the rest of eternity is just one big biohazard after another.

It all started when I woke up Tuesday morning, with that old familiar feeling...the flu. The last time I felt that way was on a family trip to Hawaii when we all got sick and spent the week in paradise barfing our guts up. I kept trying to tell myself that I'd rather be sick in Hawaii than anywhere else, but that didn't really help.

Anyway, Jonny stayed home from work and took care of the kids. What a dream he is. I tried to stay away from everyone so as not to spread my germs, but Thursday around midnight I heard Emma crying and found her covered in throw up. Cleaning up throw up when you are just getting over that yourself is not something I would recommend. We threw all the bedding in the washer, bathed her and went back to bed. Jonny got up at 4:30am as usual - I can hardly think at that time of day, let alone exercise, but he does it 4x/week. Right after he got up the power went out and stayed off for almost 2 hours. Wouldn't have been a big deal if Emma hadn't started throwing up again around 5am. I just told her to throw up in her blanket because I couldn't see a darned thing.

Later that morning I washed the bedding a second time, just to be sure it was all clean. When it was done I started putting it into the dryer. If you have a sensitive stomach, stop reading now. As I pulled her blanket out of the washing machine, chunks of leftover throw up went flying all over the kitchen - onto the floor, the dryer, and into the basket of clean clothes that was on the floor. Then, when I took her blanket outside to shake it, the chunks of leftover throw up went flying off of the blanket and onto ME! I literally feel like I could puke just thinking about it again!

So, that would be biohazards #8740 and #8741, #8742 and #8743 would be the fact that Matthew now has something of the same bug and has had 2 major explosions in his diaper. Well, in his diaper is something of a euphemistic phrase, as it shoots clear up his back all the way to his neck. Remember that old Calgon bubble bath commercial? "Calgon, take me away?" Exactly.