Funny, but not for the faint of heart

This actually happened a couple of weeks ago, but I decided not to blog about it. I have told this story to a couple of friends this weekend who convinced me that I should write it down for posterity despite the fact that is is gross... You have been warned.

A couple of Sunday afternoons ago I started experiencing some nausea. It was that kind of feeling where you just want to lay down because any movement aggravated the nausea. Daddy watched the children that afternoon while I rested, but he had a Deacon meeting to attend at 6pm. So, I pulled myself together and tried to get the children settled for dinner. The mere smell of food was enough to send me running to the bathroom, but I was unable to vomit.

I sat across the room from the children while they ate a very random dinner (the menu was decided completely based on what foods produced the least repulsive smells.) After dinner, I decided the best thing for me would be to try to induce vomitting. I have not thrown up in 10 years, but I was convinced I would feel immensely better if I was succcessful.

I put the children in front of a video and excused myself. Of course, I had company. K & R followed me to the bathroom asking, "What doin' Mom-ma?" I explained that I needed some privacy then turned and gagged. Nothing happened, but I immediately heard gagging behind me and turned to see R wretching. On his second wretch he showered my leg with his dinner.

That did it for me. Suddenly I was also wretching, but because I had snatched R up and put him in front of the potty, the only place I had to go was the tub.

When the whole scene was over, R and I both felt great. Poor K, who had witnessed the whole repulsive scene stood staring with eyes as big as saucers. She then said, "R bomit on da fwoor. Mom-ma bomit in da baff-tub. I no bomit."

I am afraid she has been a bit scarred by the experience, because every day since she has said to me during some random part of the day, "Mom-ma? You need to bomit in da baff-tub today?"