Ok I was feeling pretty good about myself, seeing as I have 8 followers and all, and then I decided to write this post. I feel as though the numbers will probably dwindle when I'm done. Unless people like talking about random slightly disturbing bodily functions. Ahh well...I'm too stubborn to write anything else, so Here We Go!
I remember when I was young, getting sick and staying home from school. It always started the same way...waking up in the middle of the night and going into Mom and Dad's room to tell her I didn't feel well. Mom was a light sleeper so generally she woke up the moment I crossed the door jamb. I'm not really sure why I had to tell her, probably because she was my Mom. And Moms need to know these things. She'd take me to the bathroom if the evacuation of my stomach contents was imminent. If not she'd get me all situated on the couch with the barf bucket and let me sleep there for the rest of the night.
I think most of the time Mom stayed home with me when I missed school. I'm not sure though, since I don't remember what her job was during the winter. I'd get a "stomach bug" usually once a year. Nothing killer just a day or two of returning anything I ate to the outside world again. When I was sick I can clearly remember getting to lay on the couch with towels under me and blankets over me and a movie in the VCR (which I had to put in since Mom didn't know how the thing worked=D) and...the barf bucket. I don't think it was officially named that. Mom certainly didn't call it that. I don't think my Mom would ever use the word barf. She just asked if we had to throw up or felt nauseous. She's a good Mom.
The barf bucket was a Tupperware plastic thing of the old school variety. It was probably the first product to ever roll of the Tupperware lines...it was that old. I think in the long forgotten past it was once the top to a cake holder. Sadly the bottom of the cake holder was MIA. So instead of its God given purpose it rested under our sink for the majority of the time, protecting the soap and SOS pads from invaders. But when a child was sick...namely me...it made its appearance for the REALLY important job. It was well loved. And trust me. I'd take throwing up into a container over laying my head on the toilet seat any day. Honestly.
Is my family the only one that threw the toilet seat loving to the curb when a kid was sick? I hope not. I hope other Mom's got their kids all comfortable on the couch and wrapped them up gave them a kiss and said, "Your bucket is right here on the floor. Let me know if you need anything else ok?"
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