Fruit Bat awoke at 3 am again this morning. What did he arise at that ungodly hour to do, you ask? Did he wake up to go to the bathroom? Get a drink of water? Kiss my cheek and murmur PC, which is his code for I Love You?
Nope. None of those things.
He got up to vomit.
Yes, again.
I can't believe it. He just recovered from the last bout and was finally starting to eat again.
And I don't know what upsets me more, the beginning of another illness, one that keeps us quarantined and itchy, watching too much TV and gazing longingly at the outside world where there are trees and other people. Or the clumsy way that J. and I fumble and bicker in the middle of the night when confronted with a screeching, spewing child.
You'd think we'd have a system down by now. Or that, at least, I would keep my stupid mouth shut when I'm too tired to speak very coherently or kindly.
But, nope. None of those things.
On a happy note, Fruit Bat's preschool teacher wants to bump him up to her Pre-K program. A little late in the year it is. He'll be all kinds of challenged, though. And, I think, have more fun with kids closer to his own age.
The best part about the switch: afternoons. Five of them a week. Which means, until Kindergarten starts next fall (at which point I'm screwed) we're done with mornings where I'm dragging Kitty Cat to the car in her pajamas while stuffing an allergen-free granola bar into Fruit Bat, combing his hair and sniping at him to hurry up and choose a show-and-tell because we're late! Late again! Yesterday morning, with the time change and all, was so bad that I was in tears by the time we got buckled in and started rolling toward school.
Ah, life. Ain't it grand?






















Yeah for Fruit Bat! Sorry about the illness, but we wouldn't have it any other way if this is motherhood. It's just tiring.
Posted by: kendra | March 11, 2008 at 05:02 PM
That is one of the worst ways to be woken up in the night. People should be physically unable to barf after 10 PM. Hope he feels better soon!
Posted by: Jessi Louise | March 11, 2008 at 07:41 PM
That sounds awful. I've had my share of such nights but I'm so glad they happen less frequently now. Hope he gets better soon. On another note, I have no idea how people manage with going on and off daylight savings. I'm grateful I live in a country where the length of the day is fairly consistent throughout the year. I'd have gone nuts otherwise. :)
Posted by: Writing Mommy | March 12, 2008 at 02:38 AM
If it makes you feel any better we don't really have a system down yet either. We always end up sniping at each other. I think it's because it's so overwhelming at that moment -- mess to clean up, spewing/crying child to comfort, effort to keep from becoming befouled and infected yourself! Too stressful!
I hope everybody is on the mend soon! Great news about FB's move up, though!
Posted by: Madame Queen | March 12, 2008 at 03:11 AM
Gosh. I hope tomorrow is better and comes with a Get-Out-Of-Vomit-Free Card that is good for the rest of the year.
Posted by: anne nahm | March 12, 2008 at 06:08 AM
Stuck in the house with a 7 yr old victim of Strep. Again. I had me some tears yesterday too!
Posted by: Nutmeg | March 12, 2008 at 09:44 AM
Oh, my. I would HATE doing afternoons. I always wondered how they got anyone to fill those slots. Thanks so much for posting this, because now I won't feel like an entitled jerk when I refuse to do afternoon slots.
Posted by: Emily R | March 12, 2008 at 10:05 AM
system? is there a system for this?
hum...well hand it over - FAST!
;o)
i feel your pain MORE than you know....darn daycare germs! ;o) "we" are sick every other week i think....good Lord.
big hugz and thanks for coming to see me...i love it!
xoxoxo
a-licious
Posted by: A-Licious | March 12, 2008 at 01:26 PM
Vomiting: BAD. Bumping up due to spectacular intelligence: GOOD.
Posted by: Anastasia Beaverhausen | March 12, 2008 at 04:03 PM
My husband has the stomach bug this week. I'll gladly trade him for Fruit Bat.
Posted by: Lulu | March 13, 2008 at 06:08 PM
Oh, hon... I am snippy in the middle of the night and tear-filled in the morning at least once a week, and that's with no vomiting and only one child. You are my idol.
Posted by: Deb (Missives From Suburbia) | March 17, 2008 at 09:34 AM