Illnesses and then some

When Ty was just under a year old, he acquired the stomach flu. Three weeks prior to that, Brett had the stomach flu. I knew I was doomed when Ty got it, but I had to keep my mind off of it.

Let me interject with how much I hate puking. I cannot stand puking and will go to any length to not puke.

So, Ty can't walk yet at this point and it was pretty easy to contain the nastiness. I put a blanket on the floor in the middle of the living room and put his handy Fisher-Price chair, that had a kickstand, atop the blanket. I could tell when he was getting ready to vom. I would spring up and swoop the kickstand out to rock him forward to catch the projectile in a burp cloth.

After about five hours, he stopped puking. He got some good shut-eye and was able to drink a bit of pedialyte.

This day, the weather was glorious. I was able to have windows open and the pups played outside a lot that day. Ruca dug a giant hole in the morning and in the afternoon, while I was cleaning up the house as Ty napped, I caught a glimpse of Dutch on the deck out of the corner of my eye. I thought he had brought a basketball up and on the double-take, I saw it was a rabbit head. A very big rabbit head. I literally screamed as loud as I could. The entire neighborhood had to have heard me screaming, BUBBA!!! NOOOOOOO!" I was mortified. I call Brett to tell him, he tells me to leave it and he will get it when he gets home. Did I mention that this rabbit head was right in front of the sliding glass door??? I couldn't even stand the thought of leaving it there for a few more hours. Out I go with garbage bags on my hands and a double bag for the head. After many yelps (from me), I got it taken care of. Yay, me!!

Ty wakes shortly thereafter and is somewhat back to his normal self. He and I played and he was smiling and giggling and having a good time. Then, it happened. I realized my shirt was wet and my pants and my arms and pretty much everything but my face. I look across the floor and see a trail of runny baby crap and even that same goo all over his soccer ball. I was afraid to look to see what I was covered in. Yes, it was indeed "that."

I called Brett again to find out where he was. He sensed the panic and asked what was wrong. I said, "get home now!!! I am covered in $hit!!! Literally covered in $HIT!!!" Thankfully, he had just turned onto our road. By the time he came in, I was already in my underwear and getting Ty ready for bath. I handed Ty over to Brett and in one of my not-so-proud moments, in my fecal frenzy, while still in bra and panties, I began scrubbing the carpet with Bath and Body Works' Tropical Passionfruit antibacterial hand soap with moisturizing micro beads. Yes, I really did that. I came to my senses shortly after and cleaned again with actual carpet sanitizing spray and then again with vinegar and water. I finally got a full shower.

It gets better/worse. That night, Dutch started getting sick. He had the runs, but at least it was outside. Rabbit or flu, not sure. That very same night, I felt it coming on. It was a pity I had eaten Casey's pizza. I actually cried when I felt it coming on. Brett wasn't sure what to do. Ha! I spent the next day in bed. It was a quick one. Recuperating the next day as well.

It was the day after that I went back to work. Brett and i thought it would be best to corrall Dutch and ruca in the kitchen since Dutch was still under the weather and it seemed Ruca was going that direction, too. I went home at lunch to let them out and make sure they had enough water. When I opened the door, I knew by the smell. Dutch was fine and happy to see me. Ruca was cowering in the corner. I round the furniture to find the hallway sprayed with crap. Walls and carpet. I call Brett to ask if he kenneled the pups. He says, "no, I didn't." I say, "well, ya probably should have, it's not pretty." Brett says, "no!" I say yes and we did that a couple more times.

I had to call work to tell them I wouldn't be back and was taking "VACATION" to clean up the annihilation. I called every single carpet cleaning business in town and no one had any openings. I rented a Rug Doctor and cleaned the carpets three times. In the middle of all that cleaning, I called my sister and cried while she laughed.

I caught a shower, returned the Rug Doctor and picked Ty up with time to spare.

All of that really did happen. Maybe the point of this post is to remind you to not eat raw rabbit and to push yourself to the brink of a nervous breakdown????? Or maybe to point out what my life is like and know you aren't alone when things continue to go wrong???? Whatever your interpretation, make it a good one!!!!

Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you with weak stomachs, I apologize and until next time...