Chalk a White Cross on the Door

[hugodrax]

Two out of my three children have what can only be described as the plague. No actual buboes, per se, but it's early days. We were awoken in the darkening by the unmistakable splat of vomitus missing the toilet, eliciting the instinctual response brought about my training in the ancient Scottish martial art of Pheoeck Ewe.

It transpired the only reason it happened was because the child in question was sitting on said toilet, copiously and vigorously evacuating her intestinal accumulations when the pukening took her by surprise.

Third child has a bellyache, leading me to believe that we shall be in the throws of bi-elimination by the time we're scheduled to be watching Star Wars at the local omnimax. And the little bastiges are going, too. They need to learn that when one is scheduled to host one's friends at festive gatherings, one damned well hosts one's friends at festive gatherings. Corked, if necessary.

[DepartedLight]

[Winton]

Hugo,

Been There. Done That. Have the scars.

[hugodrax]

Hugo,

Been There. Done That. Have the scars.

Oh, yes. Theoretically, I know every father has. It's still a very effective stimulant at 0230.

[sweetandsour]

Prayers your way.

[Hovannes]

Prayers your way.

[hugodrax]

We're ok. Kids are having fun. I figure the incubation period should knock their mother and I out right about Christmas Eve.

[coco]

[Bloodhound]

Glad the kids are better...hang tuff!

[hugodrax]

Thanks guys. We laughed our way through it. The way I look at it, that's why we buy Kirkland brand paper towels.

Nice of you all to pray, and of course I appreciate it, but we were always fine. There's been a lot of real heavy stuff people have been going through around here lately that's so much more worth your prayer time than chundering kids. I was just trying to make the other dad's laugh.

[infidel]

Thanks for that.

[durangopipe]

Thanks guys. We laughed our way through it. The way I look at it, that's why we buy Kirkland brand paper towels.

Nice of you all to pray, and of course I appreciate it, but we were always fine. There's been a lot of real heavy stuff people have been going through around here lately that's so much more worth your prayer time than chundering kids. I was just trying to make the other dad's laugh.

It’s been around 25 years since we’ve had to get up in the middle of night for a sick child. Kinda miss it.
Glad the kids are better. Hope you don’t come down with whatever it was on Christmas.

Gladder, still, knowing you know what a privilege it is to mop puke off the bathroom floor - and can laugh about it.

[TNLawPiper]

Back in the Fall, my wife and I got off a plane from vacation and proceeded to spend 8 of the next 16 hours between flights on the toilet, clutching those tiny bathroom cans, and soaking the bed sheets with sweat. I was keeping the Pepto pills down long enough for them to dissolve and turn my puke pink. We finally doped up enough to board the plane home. When she awoke from her stupor during a bumpy landing, the words erupting from her mouth could have made a sailor blush with shame.

I wished I had my parents around at the time. Someday, your babies are going to be grown-ass adults spilling out of both ends, and they'll think fondly of the times you helped them through such misery. In the meantime, I wish the best for you and hope you have exorcized the flu demons.