"There was an Old Man of the Coast,
Who placidly sat on a post;
But when it was cold,
he relinquished his hold,
And called for some hot buttered toast."
Edward Lear, English artist, writer; known for his 'literary nonsense' & limericks (1812-1888)
TIME: 11:13 AM
PLACE: Kitchen
SUBJECT: Toast with sad butter face
Just as I was beginning to relax and believe that, maybe, just maybe we were going to skirt by the season without a stomach virus, I jinxed myself. While in the bathtub last night, StellaDella told me that her stomach hurt a little. A few hours later, she emptied the contents of her cheese pizza dinner and cinnamon stick dessert into our bed. Bath #2 was given a little after midnight. About 2 hours after the second bath, the remainder of what didn’t make it out the first time showed up in her bed. Then she crawled back into our freshly made bed and we all had some sleep. This morning, she asked for something to eat, so she’s on the BRAT (bananas, rice, applesauce and toast) diet, along with plenty of fluids until tomorrow. Technically, the toast should have been un-buttered, but I did several loads of bedclothes in the laundry today…and doing another load wouldn’t have been a big deal. She didn’t eat it anyway.
5 comments:
Aww, poor StellaDella... hope none of you catch her bug! That is a really cute pic of the toast. :)
Awww - poor StellaDella. Poor Mom too. Sick kids is no good. Hope you stay healthy!
Aww...poor kid. Hope she, and all of you get healthy soon.
I would say poor StellaDella, but it sounds like it was a pretty rough night for you too!
Hope everyone is recovering today!
poor StellaDella - and poor you - I hate such nights with so much laundry.
But I hope she is feeling better soon and the rest of the family stay healthy!
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