Disgustingly Sick Boys

Last night at midnight, Calfgrit5 woke up and hurried to the bathroom. Unfortunately, he lost his stomach contents before reaching the toilet bowl, or even the tiled bathroom floor. The hallway carpet caught most of it, with only a trail leading into the bathroom. We joined him in the bathroom to help him. We traded off soothing him and cleaning up the mess.

We were up with the little guy for over an hour, but eventually we got him back in his bed, with a towel under him and a wastebasket beside him. He got up another couple of times before finally falling to sleep around 2:00 a.m. The poor little guy was pathetic.

We eventually fell back to sleep ourselves. But then at 4:00 a.m., Calfgrit9 came into our room saying he felt sick. He then ran to our bathroom and asploded! We jumped up and ran to him.

We both pulled up short, shocked by the mess. Oh. My. God. I could only see his back as he stood leaning over the toilet. Judging from the mess on the floor, on the toilet, and on the walls around, I expected the front of his body to be opened like some slimy alien had burst from his chest. (I actually had the thought cross my mind: take a picture, ’cause no one will believe this story.)

Once finished vomiting, we got him to step into the shower. While he got washed down, and his clothes taken to the washer, I commenced cleaning the room.

I had to turn on the overhead fan to pull the stench out. I almost threw up from the sight and smell. After thoroughly cleaning the room, I had to get in the shower, myself. My pajamas and t-shirt were taken to the washer, too, but they could be burned for all I care to have them back.

CG9 went to bed easier than his little brother did after his episode. I really hope they both sleep plenty long this morning. I won’t be going to work tomorrow today. If we’re lucky, we’ll be sleeping late. That’s all I’m hoping for right now, as I expect the day to be horrible and disgusting.

I’m pretty much wide awake, now, at 5:00 a.m. Dammit.

Bullgrit