Shannon Stacey

The best laid plans…

…crumble when faced with a 5-year-old with a stomach bug. As does my washing machine.

But, fortunately, today the husband is doing more work-related “stuff” than work, so he was available to take the other boys into school. (Ummm…which required my truck, so now I have a sick kid and no truck, which equals no Dunkin Donuts. As a warm and compassionate Mommy I try not to let this bother me, but I have no iced coffee. I’m drinking the crap that comes out of my coffee maker. Blech.)

So I shall try to write with a sick male creature in the house today. Those of you who have male creatures know that—regardless of age—they are truly pathetic when they don’t feel good. I’ve already flown out of the bathroom in response to the child’s distress call only to find he has an itchy shoulder and can’t raise his arm that high because he’s siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.

I’m still waiting for my boa and bon-bons over here.

EDIT: The husband, being a highly intelligent not-sick male creature brought me an iced coffee before carrying on with his day. Much better.

4 comments to “The best laid plans…”

  1. Charlene
      · February 16th, 2006 at 1:14 pm · Link

    At least you have iced coffee! Makes everything better. Hope your sick guy gets well fast.

  2. Mel
      · February 16th, 2006 at 2:28 pm · Link

    Kudos to Da hubby. Tell him we all think he’s wonderful.

    Hugs for having to deal with sick short kid. Hope he recovers soon!

  3. Karen Templeton
      · February 17th, 2006 at 2:11 am · Link

    My guys don’t tend to get sick very often, so when they do (particularly #5), he/they’re positive they’re the first person in the world to ever have whatever the ailment happens to be, hence I simply do NOT understand the gravity of the situation.

    So I can so relate to the weak, pathetic I’m siiiiiick scenario.

    Which, as they get older, is often followed by the “Why meeee?” whine.


  4. Heather Rae Scott
      · February 17th, 2006 at 2:53 am · Link

    I am so ready for this weather to do what it is going to then get the hell out of here. The oldest got sick last weekend. At around midnight, I heard the bellowing of “Moooom!” by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs the smell hit me. I tried not to be mad that he is almost 14 and he managed to projectile vomit all over the floor and his bed instead of the trash can a mere two feet across the room. I tried. I succeeded. Made the man go downstairs til I got most of it cleaned up because some how his gagging sounds and the smell were just too much.

    Then, the daughter got it.

    Needless to say, the little one has been pretty lucky *knock on wood*. But I had plans this week to get down and dirty with the :type: that so didn’t happen.

    I want Spring to come, dammit.

    Hoping your little guy feels better soon!

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