Hi. Big wind storms here yesterday. Huge. Our power was out for about nine hours, which caused much distress for Zoo Keeper. He was convinced that the power company was doing nothing to fix things. He asked us to call our ABA therapy assistant to come fix it. Sparky and I assured him that she had no control over our electricity. He insisted that she did because, the last time it was out, it came back on just as she arrived for a session. She is magic that way.
Face of a Jack Russell terrier sticking out from beneath a blanket, looking sad and ill.
The lights came back on just after we put the boys to bed. Sparky and I watched some TV and went to bed at 11pm. We awoke about midnight to the lovely sound of our dog, Annie, vomiting all over the carpet. Sparky got up and cleaned up all the piles – there were several – and then came back to bed. I still had ointment in my eyes, for severe dry eyes, so I couldn’t see to help him.
Around 2:30am, Sparky woke to see that the hall light was on. BamBam was standing in the hall, so Sparky asked him what was wrong. BamBam said, “I can’t tell you,” and then threw up on the floor. Sparky got him to walk to the bathroom, so the second spew was on the tile rather than carpet. Then I heard BamBam say that he also had poop in his underwear.
Little boy in a blue shirt hunched over and holding his stomach with a pained look on his face.
I went to help, but the dog followed me, as she usually does. To keep her from interfering with the clean-up, I sat down with her at the other end of the hall. Once Sparky had BamBam in the bath, he let me know it was okay to let the dog go, so I went to comfort BamBam as he warmed up in the bath. He talked the whole time about getting sick and that he couldn’t go to school until maybe Tuesday and that he needed to rest his body. Then he started asking questions about The Phantom Menace. I’m not sure why, since he is well aware that I loathe the prequels. Plus, A New Hope is his favorite, even though I have explained that Empire is a superior film.
I dried him off and got him new clothes while he continued to talk. Somehow I convinced him to stop talking and go back to sleep while the dog stretched out on his bed. She followed me back to our room and curled up between Sparky and me when I got back in bed. I think that was around 3:15. I told Sparky that I would take Zoo Keeper to school and he could sleep until he needed to go to work. However bad I feel today, which is pretty bad, I’m sure he feels worse, since he did all of the clean-up including the vomit and pee that Annie left for him while he was changing the sheets on BamBam’s bed. Sparky really is the most awesome husband in the ‘verse. And this is a universe that includes David Tennant, so Sparky knows I really mean it.
BamBam is currently playing on his iPad. Technically I should make him stop because I have a rule that kids who stay home sick from school don’t get to play video games. I don’t have the energy, though. He has been talking since I got back from dropping Zoo Keeper at school. Much of it is running commentary on what’s going on in the game he’s playing. If I take that away, he will direct it all to me and I am way too tired to deal with the sensory overload, so letting him have it is really best for everyone’s safety.
To top things off, BamBam just told me that he thinks it might have been the pink frosted cookies he ate yesterday that made him sick. “I don’t think I ate any more than ten.” We discussed how two cookies in one day should probably be the upper limit. I think there’s a lesson there for both of us.
Oh, and it’s the spring forward part of daylight savings time today, so there’s another hour of yesterday that flew by with no sleep. Fun times.
