Well, it appears a stomach virus has hit our home.
Last night Brynn slept over Grandma and Grandpa’s house because they got some new bunnies and she wanted to spend time with them. Troy, Trent and I stayed home and watched basketball. We were especially interested in the Kentucky Notre Dame game, hoping to see ND dethrone KY. They were sooooo close too! Losing only by two in the last 9 seconds. I love seeing an underdog win. But I get ticked off when I stay up late to watch a game and they lose! That is 2 plus hours of my life gone forever.
Anyway, as if to add insult to injury, my stomach was really hurting and I was burping up a storm which is not normal. Trent was right there joining me but he’s 16 so burping is a normal activity.
He was up multiple times in the middle of the night and when Trent is up, everybody is up. He turns on all the lights, slams all the doors, and stands in our doorway whispering that he doesn’t feel good.
Why whisper, Trent? People in China are now awake with you?! By morning, the puking began with him. I thought maybe there was something wrong with the brisket I made the previous night…
…until I get the call from Grandma saying Brynn was throwing up too. She did not eat the brisket.
I surprisingly was feeling better. Since Troy and I had been spared, we decided to quarantine them. Both are in their rooms and we put the dog gate at the end of their hallway with strict orders to not cross the line. I’m not sure this legal but it is necessary for the greater good. Mainly, mine.
At one point, Trent decided to take a shower because – yuck! While he was in the shower, Brynn thought she was going to puke again. She yelled for Trent to hurry up but the gagging sounds made it clear that there was no time to spare. We screamed for Trent to stay behind the shower curtain and Brynn made it in the nick of time. As she was puking her little guts up, Trent starts cheering her on as if it was a sporting event and Brynn starts yelling at him in between hurling spasms. Proving that you’re never too sick to drive your parents nuts.
Later I heard them talking back and forth from their bedrooms.
Brynn: “Trent, how many times have you puked?”
Brynn: “Oh man!”
Trent: “Why, you’ve only puked 2?”
Brynn: “No, 3. I’m doing a science experiment to see if girls can hold their puke longer than boys.”
Brynn is crazy about science. Her dream job would be to be a Myth Buster. Or a pumpkin chunker. She’s on the fence.
But listening to her made me think of this.
The puking seems to have died down. (Trent is at 4 and Brynn is holding at 3 in case you’re interested.) And they are too exhausted to argue anymore. So this has turned out to be a quiet little Sunday minus the puking.
I think I’m going to make cookies to send to Cayman at college. He called earlier and was laughing because his siblings were sick.
The sympathy runs deep between siblings.
Q&A for the day: (Love your comments!)
- How did you spend your weekend?