not for the faint of heart - or stomach

Yesterday, I really cleaned the bathroom. I was down scouring the baseboards, and around the toilet and organizing every cabinet. It was quite a project.

As I laid in bed that night, around 1, I began to hear some moaning. The moaning got louder and pretty soon Luke was in my room saying my tummy hurts. "Get to the bathroom!" I hollered as I tried to rouse myself. He made it to the bathroom but not in time to get to the toilet. I watched from the living room as puke chunks spewed violently all over my sparkling clean bathroom. sigh.

I got out the mop and began to mop up the chunks. It was all over the toilet seat and around the toilet. You know that euphoria that sets in after you puke, because you feel so much better? Well by this time it had set in for Luke. He was a happy chipper little thing while I was cleaning up his puke at 1 am. He decided to stand at the bathroom door, with his nose plugged and make comments like, "It really stinks in there.", and "you missed a spot", my personal unfavorite, "Your not going to be able to get that section with the mop mom. You'll have to get a wash cloth." It was incredibly stinky and I was picking up pieces of undigested green peppers, onion, and cheese from lunch's fajitas.

I got it all clean, changed Lukes clothes, changed my clothes, and washed myself and Luke all up. He got in my bed and I put a bucket at the end of the bed and left the bathroom light on just in case.

10 minutes went by. I lay there breathing in Luke's puke breath.

I began to hear moaning coming from the boys room. "Get to the bathroom whoever you are!" I started yelling urgently. I sounded like Sam who is old enough to know what to do. Luke, still in his euphoric state,jumped up. "I'll tell um mom!" Luke ran in ahead of me yelling "Get to the bathroom get to the bathroom." I decided Luke was handling it and I stayed in bed. Then I heard Luke yell, "He didn't make it." It had been Titus. He puked in his bed. Bah.

Cleaned up, laundry started, and back to my bed the three of us went. Only this time Luke slept on the couch because, "Titus is sick and I don't want to lay next to him." Did he forget he just threw up all over the bathroom?

10 minutes. more moaning. Luke is back at the toilet puking it up. Titus and Luke proceeded to tag team through the night. Fortunately everything else made it into the toilet. When I went back to bed the final time I felt a puke chunk under my fingernail.

My clean bathroom is now so germy I'd even rather pee outside.

Other miscellaneous comments:

When I write a blog I think of lots of things to say, but it would bog down the blog.

These were some of my other thoughts.

1. I didn't clean the bathroom because I'm pregnant. I cleaned it because it was stinky.

2. I remembered to take a picture AFTER I cleaned it up. I'm sure pictures of puke would have been much appreciated.

3. Cleaning things is therapeutic for me. My mom too actually. I had a mom meltdown yesterday before all of that puking. The cleaning helped. Matt took the kids to night church without me. I realized it was the first time in at least 6 months that I had been alone for 1 hour. I fell asleep on the couch and in my dream someone called for me and I woke myself up asking, "What do you need?" I decided it I was overdue for some regular alone time. Despite the puking, the alone hour did me good and I woke up refreshed.

And now its time for another bathroom scouring.