November 22, 2004

Longest Night

I hope no one out there needs to shower at my house this morning because we have NO clean towels left. That is right, NONE.

Why? You ask. Well, because my 2 older children were up throwing up the entire night (At last count, Gila was beating Ezra 5-4) and we went through all the towels, not to mention a few sheets, pillow cases, bath mats and Gila's winter jacket (she started in the car). Also, FYI- it was gross.

Oh, and in the middle of this all, I went down to the dryer and realized that Greg's very nice pen had been put in the wash. I haven't had the strength to look at the damage yet. This wasn't with the towels but with OUR clothes.

The worst part of this, besides the fact that the kids felt totally awful and were completely helpless and pathetic, is that there is a pretty good chance Greg and I will get this virus. Now its like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop...

UPDATE: Well, the load that was actually in the dryer with the pen didn't get the ink. For some reason, the next load (some of the sheets and towels) got stained. I can handle that. To add insult to injury, the utility sink next to the washing machine overflowed during one of the loads of laundry- luckily I am good with a plunger, and now our thermostat is not working and the heat is not on- the guy is supposed to come before evening. He better or he will have to deal with me and I am not feeling very rational right now...

Posted by peninah at November 22, 2004 10:39 AM
Comments

Wow, I had no idea that pen was ex-PEN-sive.

Posted by: Greg at November 22, 2004 11:58 AM

Woops.

Posted by: peninah at November 22, 2004 12:31 PM

Wow, good thing kids are cute...how else would we be able to take care of them!?

Posted by: aishel at November 22, 2004 03:15 PM

And they are sometimes cuter than other times!

Posted by: peninah at November 22, 2004 04:10 PM

Reminds me of the "worst trip I've ever been on." (cf "Sloop John B" by the Beach Boys) One Thanksgiving 12 (?) years ago our daughter threw up. We turned around cleaned up and started out again. She threw up again. I think she may have thrown up 3 times by the time we reached the Maryland line. We decided to turn around and head to New Jersey at a more opportune time.
Runner up: On a trip back from Hershey Park, one of my sons threw up on my neice who was travelling with us. Mortified, she turned to another son who said gallantly, "Don't touch me."

Posted by: David Gerstman at November 22, 2004 09:02 PM