Friday, January 4, 2008

Things That Go RALPH In The Night

To say we've been sick around here would be a MASSIVE understatement. At the moment we are dealing with no less than pneumonia, double ear infection, croup, and diarrhea. And of course the basic runny stuffy sneezy noses that accompany most of those things.

At bedtime it sounds like a chorus of barking seals. Barking seals that surreptitiously rub snot all over your shoulder when you're tucking them in. Then Dave and I sit down and wait.

Because within 15 minutes someone's gonna throw up.

We've gotten the whole thing down to a military, tag-team, precision drill. Get 'em up, clean 'em up, change the bed, put 'em back to bed. And then wait for the next one to go.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Last night Jamie started the game early and I was still putting Meredith to bed, so Dave had to deal with it on his own. I use the term "deal with it" verrrrrrrry loosely.

I had just gotten Meredith to sleep and Dave walks in the bedroom as quiet as a moose (nope not a typo) to tell me Jamie threw up. I glare at him and say OK. Five seconds later he bursts in again because he doesn't know where the sheets are.

As if he doesn't actually LIVE here too.

The sheets have been in the same closet in the kids' bedroom for the past 6 years, but that's OK. Because really. Why would anyone look in the CLOSET for sheets???

And then, just in case Meredith wasn't completely awake he came in to ask me if we had any clean pillows.

I'll let you know when Dave gets the pillow removed from his behind.

2 comments:

dynamitt said...

hehe funny how all husbands seems to be just as clueless.

Kady Mae Bella said...

I figured you would have his pillow OVER HIS HEAD, by this point :)