Yeah, that smell yesterday in the hallway at the 108 building?
That would be my son's vomit, all over the place.
So sorry about that.
What's weird (other than the sight of my son wretching in the hall of a public building while trying to keep his tie out of the way) is that Spencer is authentically sick. The whole nine yards. The fever, the sweats, the chills. All of it. And while I am a world champion mother of those who purge, those who purge because they're sick is a whole new thing for me.
It's been well documented that my girls can vomit on a dime. Fill them up, watch it fly. It's become so routine in our house to have at least one person vomit during a meal that it hardly even ruffles the feathers of the rest of us anymore.
"Mom, Sienna's gonna blow. Can you pass the salt?"
Brad and I have fallen into a well rehearsed routine of him running said girl to the bathroom while I get out the disinfectant and rubber gloves. A bath and a few minutes later, and we're all back at the table eating our spaghetti.
But an actually sick child? That's all new to me. I had stayed home yesterday because Sienna was sick and when Spence came home from church, he immediately went upstairs to change. He didn't mention what had happened and as Brad filled me in, I looked up the stairs to see Spence's face flash with "oh crud, here it comes again!" as he ran to the bathroom. Poor, poor baby.
He spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch watching sports with Brad and by evening, he seemed to be feeling better. I played Battleship with him and the color seemed to be returning to his cheeks and I thought "man am I glad that's over with."
But it started all over again as he went to bed. In my room. In my bed. On my carpet. Awesome.
I seem to do better with spontaneous wretching. I think it's because there's no time to think about what you're doing. You just react. With planned pukage, you have to be there, rubbing the back, offering soothing words and a cold washcloth. And then you have the time to actually take in what you're doing, which is, well, NASTY.
Spence is home today just in case and when I told him he needed a day of rest, he said "but I want a day of learning!" Seriously.
I hope we didn't pass this on to anyone else at the 108 building, but if we did, just think of me. I'll be doing the same thing. And I'll be right over with the disinfectant and rubber gloves.