i procrastinated a bit on the "tomorrow" bit

it's another manic monday. (children of the eighties...is the song firmly in your head now?)

a promise is a promise...so i will tell you about AFTER we got everyone tucked into bed following our NYE party.

charles and i cleaned a little bit. i am not the sort of person who can go to sleep while the house is dirty. so we cleared plates, did some washing, dried things, put stuff away, created order for the next day.

and we heard carys coughing.

we looked at our flat, decided it was satisfactory, nodded, and got ready for bed.

and carys' coughing resumed. but this time there was a different sound to it that got me out of bed, and running to her room.

it was carys' night to sleep in the top bunk.

i found my wee miss pretty asleep, sitting straight up, coughing. i said her name, and she turned toward her pillow, vomitted a brown streak into it, relaxed while her body gurgled, then produced another massive vomit. this one missed her pillow and drenched her sheet and BEBE and other misc. toys.

WELL.

between vomit one and two, while she gurgled i called CHARLES!

my legs were straddling the sleeping sela.

carys, having finished her business, laid down in the mess and tried to go back to sleep.

the next few minutes were rather reminiscent of new years eve 1985, when our dog cut off her circulation. graeme and i found her and had the fun task of cleaning the crap and vomit out of her fur and off the floor and walls.

charles pulled she sheets of the bed while i got carys into the shower. she was crying and confused. a nice warm shower didn't help much. WHY was she here? WHAT had happened? WAS she sick? WAS she going to vomit again? WHEN had she vomitted and was it in the toilet?

into pajamas. brisk rundown of her hair.

a quick race around looking for sheets for her bed. find some semblance. quickly make the bed. push sela up there just in case.

get bucket for carys, put her on bottom bunk. I think i might vomit again she says. but i doubt it.

she looks at me. apologising and sorry. asks me to sleep with her. i tell her i will for a bit. she will be asleep in seconds so i am not too worried. but as fast as the lids slammed shut, they suddenly spring open. "wheres BEBE?"

i don't want to say that BEBE is covered with sick and is lying as instructed in the bathub, covered by similarly covered sheets that i am going to rinse out before going to sleep. i tell carys BEBE is watching new years' fireworks. this bit of fantasy delights her and she falls asleep.

lucky little cow.

i get up and breathing through my mouth, stagger into the bathroom. stagger out again and grab dishawashing soap. turn on the shower and get the chunks out of the sheets. hope the drain doesn't clog.

decide to use shampoo on BEBE and the other animals.

leave the shampoo and soap in the animals and sheets and pillow overnight.

put in a plastic bag and on to the terrace.

wash hands hamlet-mother-like for 10 minutes or so.

go to bed.

sleep, but very lightly.

Comments

[Dad Lyons]

Thanks for setting the record straight about 1985.I shall issue ann apology to cat heaven post haste.
Love to all....Dad

[Bad Hair Guy]

Thanks for cleaning up Carys' mess so well. On another note, I got my haircut yesterday for US$10 plus tip! Does that make you randy?

[Mo aka Maureen aka Grandmother aka Mum]

Way to go, Mother of the Year 2010. Poor you. Poor Chuck. Poor Carys. Sigh.

M xox

[Coral]

ha! Reminds me of Coralie vomiting down the WALL side of the bunk - from the top - yuerch - another wonderful parenting moment. Two sets of sheets, duvet, carpet, etc, etc, etc, grr. And a horrified Sean on the bottom bunk!