tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18971425.post113655642238301439..comments2023-10-20T07:41:40.436-04:00Comments on Wayfarer Journal: I can handle a lot…Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18070909646327061524noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18971425.post-1136840521061266512006-01-09T16:02:00.000-05:002006-01-09T16:02:00.000-05:00I'm a sympathetic vomiter, myself. I was queasy f...I'm a sympathetic vomiter, myself. <BR/><BR/>I was queasy for two days after their own yakking (isn't it funny that we have 4,215 words and expressions for this act? Second only to those for the act of love, I think).<BR/><BR/>Bleh.Wayfarerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00763136440121937574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18971425.post-1136818204087923062006-01-09T09:50:00.000-05:002006-01-09T09:50:00.000-05:00Amen, Baby - I'm RIGHT THERE WITH YOU on that one....Amen, Baby - I'm RIGHT THERE WITH YOU on that one. <BR/><BR/>Hell, I get woozy when t.v. characters ralph - and I KNOW that's fake!<BR/><BR/>My husband and I made a deal when we had our girls. I got all the nuclear-waste-dump, trailing-up-their-backs, just-put-em-in-the-tub diapers. He gets them when they puke. And by this I mean that the ONLY acceptable response to a phone call to work saying that someone's tossing is: "I'm getting my keys."<BR/><BR/>Quick story: A few months ago, ChiliBean came upstairs in the wee small hours of the morning. <BR/><BR/>"Mommy, my legs are wobbly."<BR/><BR/>"Do you feel like you're going to blurp?" (our code word for the dreaded bodily function)<BR/><BR/>"I don't know."<BR/><BR/>"Okay, well, let's just cuddle in the bathroom, just in case."<BR/><BR/>(this is ME talking, by the way. DadChili hadn't gotten out of bed, though I know he was awake)<BR/><BR/>We BARELY make it into the bathroom (which, mind you, is four steps from the bedroom) when ChiliBean starts to wretch. In one fluid motion (no pun intended), I scoop her up, flip the seat and grab her forehead. She does her thing (Poor Baby was convulsing so hard that her little leg shot out behind her). <BR/><BR/>When she'd finished, I wiped her face, gave her some water to rinse her mouth and sent her in to snuggle in the bed with Daddy.<BR/><BR/>Then I passed out.<BR/><BR/>I kid you not - tunnel vision, sweats, spinning room - I managed to sit down before it all went black.<BR/><BR/>DadChili STILL owes me for that.Mrs. Chilihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09814787474739856911noreply@blogger.com