Comments on: A Crappy Day (that will hopefully bring you a chuckle)

By: michael lee

michael lee — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 03:59:42 +0000

June, I love how tragedy brings out the funny in you.

By: sharolyn

sharolyn — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 03:50:19 +0000

Just ask if they’ve worked at Costco.

June, I’m so sorry. That sucks.

By: june

june — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 03:32:06 +0000

I took time out from being sick yesterday to strip the boys’ beds and wash all their blankies and stuffed animals. Not wanting me to feel that such domestic duties are in vain, our three-year-old threw up far and wide in the middle of the night. I’m giving myself some mom points for letting my hubby continue slumbering through it all so that he could awaken at his usual butt crack of dawn time on Sunday to play all three services at our church. Given that I read this post and the comments right before I went to bed last night, my new, utterly illogical theory is that our son caught the throw-up bug via me having my laptop open to this story. So now I’m going to go find a post about Mike playing some gig and leave it open, next to myself, all night. By morning I should be able to play well enough to get enough gigs to pay for a housekeeper to do the nasty vomit laundry.

By: Cerise

Cerise — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 18:57:58 +0000

Awesome story, Sharolyn. Sharolyn’s husband (what is your NAME, Sir? For heaven’s sake…), you are a very, very sweet man. I’m glad you shared your perspective.

I was thinking when reading, Sharolyn, how cool would it have been if they’d said “Calling all stations”? That’s got to be one of Genesis’ sweetest songs, and Phil wasn’t even the lead singer on that album - it was that awesome Scottish dude. No, you still wouldn’t have been thrilled…

By: michael lee

michael lee — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 16:45:17 +0000

wow - and you’re up at 6:40 the morning after?

By: Leoskeo

Leoskeo — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 14:40:31 +0000

Wanna trade? This morning at 2:20 someone knocked at my door. when I opened it there was a 270 pound drunk guy, lost and stumbling. He started to come in but I said he could not. I did not know him. I had him sit out of the rain on my front porch and went and got him a blanket. When I returned with the blanket he was vomiting all over my front porch. (sweet) about an hour later the cops and a car full of less drunk guys were going up and down my street. I stopped the car full of less drunk guys and told them their friend was under a blanket on my spew covered front step. (good times) The came and got him, I hosed off the front. Looked like he ate Chinese. BTW I would gladly stay up all night with a puking kid than that but to each his own.

By: michael lee

michael lee — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 08:33:31 +0000

Yup - the ick factor threshold goes way up.

By: Sharolyn's Husband

Sharolyn's Husband — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 08:30:58 +0000

When I called the number on our caller ID back at a more reasonable hour, the guy said that he was active duty military and that he was part of a drill that involved getting a bunch of people to their base at 3:30 in the morning.

It puts in perspective for me that it is a privilege to be able to be home with my sick daughter at 3:30 in the morning when there are Americans that have not been with their families for many months as they serve overseas.

2 other thoughts:

1. When I got to the gig and I related to some of my childless colleagues that my daughter was throwing up at home, they offered up a sense of “Aren’t you glad you aren’t wiping up vomit right now?” Actually, there was no where else I would have rather been. (And that’s not some lame, “Honey, if I could do the labor for you I would” concept, I missed my family more when there was a mini crisis occurring.)

2. Has anyone else noticed their ability to endure grossness skyrockets when it comes to their own kids? Camille has vomited on my face, and I did not throw her on the ground and shout, “SICK!” I kept holding her and felt bad that she was ill. In addition, I am not really that grossed out about my son’s poop on my own hands. I’ll just wash it off when I get a chance. After lunch or something. But then, I had to wipe dog sh*t off of my shoes the other day and I was gagging. Go figure.

By: Gretchen

Gretchen — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 07:34:45 +0000

Bummer. Those are the days and nights you get to keep in your arsenal, so years down the road you can say, “That’s how you treat me? After I cleaned up your puke in Costco, and daddy held back your hair all night?” or something like that. Hope Camille is feeling better :)

And. What in the world does “Calling All Batallions” mean? Creepy. How do you know it wasn’t a prank? Jason seriously had a conversation with the guy at 3:30 in the morning?