Queasy
Warning: This story may negatively affect some readers enjoyment of their dinner.
Slow going here at the KingDom. On Sunday morning my number two son went to another birthday party at which I'm sure he gorged himself silly.
When he returned somehow I managed to miss the warning signs:
Sign 1: When he got home I asked him how the party was and he wouldn't talk about it.
Sign 2: He proceeded to lie on the couch looking lethargic.
Sign 3: Willingly sharing with an older sibling. From the party he had brought home a bag of lollies and when his elder brother asked if he could have some my younger son agreed without complaint whatsoever.
Sign 4: Saying he felt really tired and wanted to go to bed in the middle of the day.
At this point I hadn't picked up on anything. In retrospect I can't believe how blind I actually was but Queen Dom was out working and thus wasn't there to point out the obvious. Maybe we become so reliant on our wives we forget to think for ourselves (don't tell Queen Dom this).
So I thought ok you can go to bed if you want. I picked him up off the couch, lifted him above my head, and he proceeded to spew forth the contents of his stomach (mostly party food) into my hair, face down the neck of my shirt and onto my precious IPod. As I stood there stunned for a couple of seconds wondering what happened a second eruption hit me with just as much gusto.
My eldest son screamed, ran, and locked himself in the study. Queen Dom wasn't home for another 7 hours and I was left to deal with it by myself. A long day indeed.
Epilogue
As I didn't feed him anything for the rest of the day except water I was confident he was under control. I put him to bed around 7ish and by 8 o'clock he had then managed to vomit all over his bed, floor, pillow, sheets and doona.
Queen Dom was hardly impressed when she got home (about 2 minutes after I smelt this). The last thing I remember was her saying "Why on earth didn't you think to give him a bucket!"
She wasn't happy with "I thought he was ok...". So while I'm pretty sure she wanted me to say "Because I'm an idiot" we have to remember who the real victim is here. Queen Dom may have spent her night washing it out of bedclothes but I spent the day getting it out of my hair.
Slow going here at the KingDom. On Sunday morning my number two son went to another birthday party at which I'm sure he gorged himself silly.
When he returned somehow I managed to miss the warning signs:
Sign 1: When he got home I asked him how the party was and he wouldn't talk about it.
Sign 2: He proceeded to lie on the couch looking lethargic.
Sign 3: Willingly sharing with an older sibling. From the party he had brought home a bag of lollies and when his elder brother asked if he could have some my younger son agreed without complaint whatsoever.
Sign 4: Saying he felt really tired and wanted to go to bed in the middle of the day.
At this point I hadn't picked up on anything. In retrospect I can't believe how blind I actually was but Queen Dom was out working and thus wasn't there to point out the obvious. Maybe we become so reliant on our wives we forget to think for ourselves (don't tell Queen Dom this).
So I thought ok you can go to bed if you want. I picked him up off the couch, lifted him above my head, and he proceeded to spew forth the contents of his stomach (mostly party food) into my hair, face down the neck of my shirt and onto my precious IPod. As I stood there stunned for a couple of seconds wondering what happened a second eruption hit me with just as much gusto.
My eldest son screamed, ran, and locked himself in the study. Queen Dom wasn't home for another 7 hours and I was left to deal with it by myself. A long day indeed.
Epilogue
As I didn't feed him anything for the rest of the day except water I was confident he was under control. I put him to bed around 7ish and by 8 o'clock he had then managed to vomit all over his bed, floor, pillow, sheets and doona.
Queen Dom was hardly impressed when she got home (about 2 minutes after I smelt this). The last thing I remember was her saying "Why on earth didn't you think to give him a bucket!"
She wasn't happy with "I thought he was ok...". So while I'm pretty sure she wanted me to say "Because I'm an idiot" we have to remember who the real victim is here. Queen Dom may have spent her night washing it out of bedclothes but I spent the day getting it out of my hair.
