Sick Happens

Doesn't everyone love the fact that when one person in your family gets sick, it just gets passed around?

Doesn't everyone love when you get a call from school and you already know what's wrong because your child complained of a sore stomach, but you sent them to school anyway since he didn't have a fever, wasn't throwing up, or having the poops?

  Isn't it wonderful when you are feeling it the following day and even having two bathrooms isn't keeping up the wondrous event that is the household sickness?


    This was my house last week, which is why for the first part of this assignment I chose this blog as a fan favorite.

http://momgenerations.com/2013/01/daily-diary-how-you-mother-when-youre-sick/?glamLinkTarget;csc=tlk

     The points the mother makes in this blog are basically what I was dealing with on Saturday. It got to the point that I didn't care what my son was doing, where he was at, even what he was wearing.





On Sunday, my fiancé got it. Lord help me, I wanted to kill him.

 He was more of a baby about it than I was, I couldn't even drive without second guessing myself, if I could respond quickly enough to avoid anything if I had to. Thank God I was able to walk to Walgreens to get him the medicine I asked him to pick up the day before for me to take and instead I am now buying it for him. I just knew I should have grabbed it myself.

                                     

  So, now I've got the deal with my symptoms, his whining butt, and a child that can't keep from crapping himself enough to go to school two days before.







  So, on Sunday when I was forcing myself to feel better, my son at this point wasn't even feeling sick. I was tickling him and laying on him as if he was a pillow. His face before he realized what happened.





   And this was his face when he realized what happened. And during this I was trying not to laugh hysterically because it's not everyday that your son craps himself literally, and it was partially my fault, so I can't get mad at him. I can only feel sorry for him. Man I wish ya'll were there because it was absolutely the funniest thing that has ever happened to me while dealing with sick people while being sick.








     Ok, I'm done with my rant. I have no more steam to make it anymore funny or it may make me mad about my fiancé being a bigger baby than my actual "baby".

Typical man, right ladies? (Not all, I know, but mine is part of this stereotype)

Hope you all enjoy.

Morgen-Being Potty Trained

     So, my sister got me hooked on this song that she made up with the music line being the same as the Tootsie Roll by 69 Boyz, toward the end of the song. The song she made was so funny because it was one of those drunk, awkward times that people create weird things. So, she was listening to the song and starting changing the lyrics to fit into how she felt at the moment. The change of lyrics was, "I feel a poo coming on." And she started dancing and goofing off. And it was hilarious to see her swaying and singing that, all the way to the bathroom. I still remember it vividly to this day.

     Years later when my son was in the time of being potty trained, it came back to me when I heard that song playing on the radio. I started laughing so hard that I almost wet myself. My son couldn't understand, but my mom started laughing as well, knowing what I was referring to. So, after I calm down he says, "I gotta potty!" So, he sits on the toilet and started "reading" a book like his grandma does when she watches him. I go in there and starting singing, "I feel-a poo coming on," trying to coax him to start singing it to. OMG I started rolling. In his little baby voice, not quite correctly pronouncing words; it was hilarious. I actually got him on video saying it. I thought it was so funny, I posted it on Facebook.

     To this day, he still sings it, but not quite as loudly when we are in public. That little song still brings a grin and laughter outta me when I hear it.