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A Measure of Earnest Love

My three-year-old threw up in the Perfume Stalker’s Suburban today.

If my child was going to throw up in any person’s vehicle (other than my own), this is the person I would most likely choose.  Not because I want her SUV to be tainted with throw-up, and not because she has a particularly dirty vehicle but because she has this unusual ability to appear honored that someone in our family would feel comfortable enough to let loose a predigested preschool snack into the recesses of her children’s Britax.

I love how young children describe the important experience of vomiting:  “I sit there and that stuff runned up and out over her seat and down in there.  See it on my ‘dess’.  And Sam showed me his turtle.  Now you see it on my ‘dess’ right here.  But that’s OK, ’cause Mommy can just clean it up!  I need to go potty.  Right now Mommy!”

She jumps and flails, as post-consumed food sprays all over me, her bookbag, her artwork, some random stuffed dog she’s dragging around, her shoes.  You get the picture.

Yes, she’s awfully verbal to be too sickly.

But it’s been a good day!  If she contracted a virus, it was an incredibly mild version–one that rendered her fully able to consume the rest of the artificial color and dye-free Jello (which did not stain the carpet) and a Pedialyte pop (which stained the carpet, her hands, her face, blah blah etc.)

Yet I am so thankful to report that Mommy can clean it up this time!  For there was a time, in the not so distant past, that the entire Channel clan succumbed to a particularly nasty form of intestinal distress.  I’m talking every bed, every towel, extra blankets–the 1980s era washer was taxed.

And mid-cycle through a particularly gruesome job, it simply failed.  Would not wash.  Would not even drain, people.

And the dear, nauseous, week-kneed H had no option but carry the defunct washer out on a hand truck where he tipped it over in the driveway, releasing a cascade of vomit-covered clothes and fetid water down the driveway into the street, as the neighbors watched, in awe.

The strength, the fortitude of a man determined to provide for his family in a time of great distress.

Yes, being the types of people we are (what are those types?) we took a picture.

And he then rushed to the Best Buy to procure a new washer with a Sanitary cycle.

Now that, my friends, is love.

PS: He left the hobbled washer on the steet in front of our house, and someone picked it up.   Hmmmm.

PSS: Alas, Tubal Cain, your group was the last to lunch with our fair group.  Perchance contagion will not pervade.

Posted on 18 August '08 by , under Humor/Disconnected Miscellany.

10 Comments to “A Measure of Earnest Love”

#1 Posted by Renee aka MekhisMom (18.08.08 at 23:39 )

Well, hmm, I just don’t know what to say. Well -written post. And I hope that my family never encounters that virus. Although I am quite sure that it has incapacitated me on at least 3 occasions. Projectile everything – but let me not go there.

#2 Posted by MT (19.08.08 at 00:03 )

Oh dear… I’m sorry. I can’t handle it when my kids get sick – guess who has a stomach that gets sick just from the ‘wiff’ of it.. MOI…

Now, the washer thing… that would totally happen here. We recently had a busted dryer. I am amazed but my husband fixed it. At one point though we had a couch that had reached the ‘beyond’ state of cleaning and it went to the curb… someone took it. I certainly hope it went back on a curb whenever they realized the state of it…..

#3 Posted by Corina (19.08.08 at 00:18 )

god, how I hate the stomach bug . HATE… (ok as if anyone likes it…)

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#4 Posted by Heidi (19.08.08 at 02:30 )

I’m with you, sista! I won’t tell you about the CHRISTMAS OVERSEAS that we were ALL down with it. It was one I will never forget, that’s for sure.

But you sure do have some kind of man…to struggle with that while down and then keep everything down in the process, well, that is something.

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#5 Posted by mrsbear0309 (19.08.08 at 13:29 )

Well, you have a way with words to say the least. That image of the washer dribbling puke will stay with me for a long time. Stomach bugs are the worst. It seems they’re impossible to contain to one patient too. Last time we had one pass through our house, I was rendered completely immobile for a week due to the vomitting, weakness and dizziness. Hopefully it was an isolated incident for you and your little girl will have a speedy recovery.

mrsbear0309s last blog post..Life on the Dirty Side of the Storm

#6 Posted by mrsbear0309 (19.08.08 at 14:07 )

Now it’s my turn to award you. Ha. Tag, you’re it.

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#7 Posted by Patty O. (20.08.08 at 12:21 )

Everyone needs a friend like that who can make you feel better even after your kid has vomited in her van! She sounds awesome!

#8 Posted by Patty O. (20.08.08 at 12:21 )

Everyone needs a friend like that who can make you feel better even after your kid has vomited in her van! She sounds awesome!

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