Last night I get home from work. My family and myself sit down for dinner as we always do. My daughter, who is 3, gets up from the table and lays down on the couch. She's asleep within 5 minutes. Never seen her do that before. So about 7:00, she wakes up, and violently hurls all over the sofa.
WONDERFUL!
So I carry her upstairs to the bathroom.
Approximately 8:00pm, my wife says "I think I'm next." She begins to hurl violently. So now my wife and my daughter are throwing up every 30 minutes in shifts. One in the tub, one in the toilet.
WONDERFUL!
My son awakes at approximately 2:00am, covered in curdled milk vomit. I don't know if you've ever smelled curdled baby milk vomit before. But let me just say, If someone gave me a choice to fart an inch away from my nostril, or smell curdeled milk vomit, it would be a tough choice.
SO NOW, I am awake all night with my wife, daughter, and son. They are all in the bathroom vomiting. One in the toilet, 2 in the tub. I manage to be the only healthy one in the house.
I asked the Lord last night if he was being good to me or not by leaving me the only healthy one? In a way, I felt like he was good to me since I was in good enough health to help everyone.
But I also thought, why would he let my daughter vomit on my favorite Dave Matthews shirt, and my son vomit on my Coors light shirt? If he made me ill too last night, we would have all been on the same playing field. I hate vomit. I generally vomit when someone near me vomits. But I did good last night.
WONDERFUL!
So I carry her upstairs to the bathroom.
Approximately 8:00pm, my wife says "I think I'm next." She begins to hurl violently. So now my wife and my daughter are throwing up every 30 minutes in shifts. One in the tub, one in the toilet.
WONDERFUL!
My son awakes at approximately 2:00am, covered in curdled milk vomit. I don't know if you've ever smelled curdled baby milk vomit before. But let me just say, If someone gave me a choice to fart an inch away from my nostril, or smell curdeled milk vomit, it would be a tough choice.
SO NOW, I am awake all night with my wife, daughter, and son. They are all in the bathroom vomiting. One in the toilet, 2 in the tub. I manage to be the only healthy one in the house.
I asked the Lord last night if he was being good to me or not by leaving me the only healthy one? In a way, I felt like he was good to me since I was in good enough health to help everyone.
But I also thought, why would he let my daughter vomit on my favorite Dave Matthews shirt, and my son vomit on my Coors light shirt? If he made me ill too last night, we would have all been on the same playing field. I hate vomit. I generally vomit when someone near me vomits. But I did good last night.
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