Around noon he came to me and said the most beautiful phrase I have ever heard him utter, "Mom, I'm tired." I asked him if he wanted to take a nap and when he replied "Yes." the clouds parted and the angelic Hallelujah chorus rang out. It was a Disaster Wednesday miracle.
He slept and seemed better when he woke up. I gave him toast late in the evening after he complained of being hungry. I should have known better. Professor has a sensitive stomach. Once the eruptions begin you need to wait 24 hours before it is safe to return to our usual routine. That isn't to say he doesn't eat but I know that eating is a dangerous venture. However, ten hours had passed since the last incident so I felt a false sense of security. The second piece of toast should have had my brain screaming **DANGER WILL ROBINSON! DANGER!** but alas, it did not.
He went to bed and when I checked him my motherly instinct was to cuddle the poor kid. My instincts could not have been more wrong. A gentle rocking was all it took to set him off again. I bathed him and changed my blankets decided I should probably turn in early myself since this was likely to continue. I was just starting to relax with Professor snuggled up beside me when I heard him cough and then gag a little. I asked him if he was going to throw up. He said no and the moment I was relaxed again he proceeded to prove himself wrong. Not only was he wrong but he made sure it landed both on the bed and between the bed and the wall. So again, I cleaned him up and changed the sheets. And that was the end of Disaster Wednesday, thankfully.
During the second half of this venture I also learned that my Dad, a regular victim of Murphy and his twice damned law, had been suffering through a Disaster Wednesday of his own. Having picked up his utility trailer from a family member, he was driving down the road when the entire wheel just fell off. He thinks someone may have purposefully loosened the bolts. Not only was the trailer damaged but it also took four hours for the right tow truck to show up. First, they sent a regular tow truck but a whole new company had to be contacted since a flatbed was necessary.
All in all, it was a typical Disaster Wednesday. What can go wrong will.
He slept and seemed better when he woke up. I gave him toast late in the evening after he complained of being hungry. I should have known better. Professor has a sensitive stomach. Once the eruptions begin you need to wait 24 hours before it is safe to return to our usual routine. That isn't to say he doesn't eat but I know that eating is a dangerous venture. However, ten hours had passed since the last incident so I felt a false sense of security. The second piece of toast should have had my brain screaming **DANGER WILL ROBINSON! DANGER!** but alas, it did not.
He went to bed and when I checked him my motherly instinct was to cuddle the poor kid. My instincts could not have been more wrong. A gentle rocking was all it took to set him off again. I bathed him and changed my blankets decided I should probably turn in early myself since this was likely to continue. I was just starting to relax with Professor snuggled up beside me when I heard him cough and then gag a little. I asked him if he was going to throw up. He said no and the moment I was relaxed again he proceeded to prove himself wrong. Not only was he wrong but he made sure it landed both on the bed and between the bed and the wall. So again, I cleaned him up and changed the sheets. And that was the end of Disaster Wednesday, thankfully.
During the second half of this venture I also learned that my Dad, a regular victim of Murphy and his twice damned law, had been suffering through a Disaster Wednesday of his own. Having picked up his utility trailer from a family member, he was driving down the road when the entire wheel just fell off. He thinks someone may have purposefully loosened the bolts. Not only was the trailer damaged but it also took four hours for the right tow truck to show up. First, they sent a regular tow truck but a whole new company had to be contacted since a flatbed was necessary.
All in all, it was a typical Disaster Wednesday. What can go wrong will.
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