Sunday, April 06, 2008

This is not "help"

When a child throws up all over her bed at 1:00a.m. (thank God, not all over her sisters) and I:
  • unlatch the baby
  • strip child who got sick
  • move sleeping sisters to the sofa and recliner
  • wash sick child's hair and rinse her mouth
  • re-dress sick child
  • evaluate what accouterments in the bed are in need of cleaning
  • move said stuffed animals to the sink for washing
  • move clothes from the dryer to the basket on the sofa (sigh...)
  • move clothes from the washer to the dryer (another sigh...)
  • strip the bed
  • rinse the fitted sheet before putting it in the wash
  • load the washer and start both washer and dryer
  • clean BehBear and Bear
you getting up at this point and asking, "Should I blow up the air mattress so you can put them on it in Harrison's room?" is not helping me. I can have the bed remade and ready for the children before you have the air mattress blown up. I did have the bed remade and ready for the children before you had the air mattress blown up. Please don't tell me I don't appreciate your help.

I decided to make the air mattress and put the sick child on it just in case she got sick again. So, it was appreciated.

7 comments:

Wendy said...

Is the moon full tonight? I swear between you and Jenny!

(((Hugs))) I hope you are able to sleep in this morning and the incident was a one time thing.

Can Bippie schedule me in for a special day? I'm glad E had such a wonderful day!

Kathie said...

I'm sorry about your night...a little bird told me about it at choir. Is everyone else okay?

Jenny said...

Awwwww, poor sick little girl and poor tired mommy! Hope everyone is feeling better now.

PS - Husbands suck at helping. ;)

Kimmykay said...

Ok, now that is just like a man. LOL. Hugs on all the cleaning and sick kids.

Autumn said...

HAHA... I have to forward you an e-mail. Look for it! :)

Anonymous said...

Ugh...I have nothing to add that hasn't already been said. Men suck.

How's she feeling now?

Rebecca

This old Spouse in this old House said...

Hey, let's hear it for Brad... at least he got up (eventually). The only thing my sweet hubby would EVER get up for in the middle of the night would be for a duck hunting trip. He wouldn't even get up to take me to the hospital during a gallbladder attack... until I threatened to call my momma! Miss you.
P.S. Brad's still a keeper.