Birthday/Barfday

Yesterday was my husband’s birthday.  We had a really nice time (with the exception of my husband and his dad arguing constantly about everything under the sun)  Mary made a poorman’s cake and instructed me in how she wanted it decorated.  It came out really cute, actually for a DIY project.  She drew a little picture of Rod in a runner’s outfit, which I colored, glued to cardboard and cut out.  Then we placed him on a little oreo crumble running trail that ran down the center of the cake.  We had a little banner at the end of the trail that said “Happy Birthday!”  There was a little turtle, snail and frog along the path to watch him and my favorite touch was trees that we made out of broccoli florets.  Rods mom is just famous for her quirky home decorated cakes.  Every one really takes a lot of thought and effort and just perfectly sums up the year.  

We got take out from Ruby Tuesday’s, which we all love.  Shared cake and ice cream, opened gifts and then headed home.  I was feeling really guilty because we kept Alex out way past his bed time on a school night, but he was really good at the party and went to bed very well when we got home.  What I was not prepared for was at 3 am, he came streaking through our room and puked into the toilet.  Before I can get up, he is at the end of the bed saying, “Mommy…I think I barfed.” 

He only thinks he barfed because the kid has made it to the glorious age of 6 and a half without ever having a real stomach bug.  He has vomited twice previously and both times it was the politest amount of puke you’d ever want to see.  This time it was the real deal.  I guess I can say we’ve gotten lucky.  This is the first time, I’ve had to do laundry in the middle of the night and scrub the mattress.  Then I had to snuggle, what could have possibly been a puke scented, time bomb who honestly seemed thrilled at the idea that 1.  he just barfed and 2. he gets to be awake in the middle of the night.  

He got up one more time, but it was a false alarm.  He just had to poo.  It was about this time that it occurred to me why kids have terrible, messy puke sessions.  When he woke up and thought he might have to puke, he started by saying, “Mommy…Mommy?  I think I have to puke.”  That got me scrambling him up and into the bathroom.  Anyone adult who has the stomach bug, knows that your stomach waits for no one to empty it’s contents.  You don’t stop and let anyone know, you hit the ground running, with your sheets trailing behind you, jump over the dog and lunge for that toilet.  Kids waste those precious moments between the time you feel it and the time you do it, with a little chit chat.  There’s no time, man!  Run!  He’ll learn.  Honestly, I’ve never seen a kid so happy about vomiting.  It’s a party to this kid.  

It’s now 6 AM and I have to be on the road for work by 7:00.  Puke fest started at 3 AM and I haven’t slept since.  Scrub brushing bits of puke out of a mattress really helps get the body going even if it is in the middle of the night. It is going to be a long day.  At least Rod is able to stay home with Alex today because I’m suppose to be the first one in at work and it’s not an easy place to get someone to cover you last minute.  I also really want to use our reservations at work this weekend and calling out Friday morning, but showing up Friday night ready for a fun weekend looks a little off.

Looks like the kid is on the mend.  No complaints of a tummy ache.  I’m chalking it up to a little too much cake and lemonade, staying up to late and piling in a grown man’s size portion of mashed potatoes last night.  I will be tired, but what’s new.  Another day in a crazy life.   

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