It Was A Three Pillow Night
Memaw, Pawpaw and the boys decided to call it an early night. Lights were switched off; dog was let out to do her last potty of the night; classical music turned on and sweet slumber. NOT!
Footsteps running through the house. Who could that be? Then a voice! Memaw! Memaw! Help! I recognized Logan’s cry for help and met his footsteps, turned on the light and there stood a trembling little boy with nearly digested food from the top of his p.j.’s to the bottom of his feet. Here came Pawpaw too. Scurrying around we managed to clean up, wipe up, change clothes, another pillow, another blanket and back to bed. Then more footsteps - - this time it’s Micah. Memaw, memaw, what’s wrong with him? Possibly the virus Micah! Oh no, am I going to get it? Tell me I’m not going to get it Memaw! Remember last year when I got it? Micah don’t worry. Can I go to school; no one in my class has it. No Micah, its night and school is not in session.
I take this child to bed with me and tell him maybe we won’t get it. He can’t sleep for worrying about it. He wants me to take him somewhere right now where he won’t be around it. It’s now 10 p.m. Calm down Micah and go back to sleep, it’ll be okay.
Back to slumber. NOT! Memaw, Memaw! I smell this horrible smell, turn on the lights and Logan looks like a brown chocolate bear but smells like something that just popped out of the sewer. It’s from neck to toe again. This time I look over the situation and decide a shower is all I can do with this. Strip down, warm water, shower, brown flowing water finally turns clear. Dry off; clean up, new pajamas, new bedding, and new pillow and back to dreamland.
11:45 p.m. Splat, urp, gag, another round of Niagara Falls coming from our little one. Another pillow covered, another blanket, the plastic lined trash can - -clean! The floor is not. Another clean up, more burning the midnight oil, Micah up worrying about catching it, the dog wondering if it’s morning and time to go out again. OKAY, HELP GOD!
1:00 a.m. Footsteps running through the house - - I get up and this time I haven’t been sleeping and neither has Pawpaw. We console our little one, change clothes one more time, and this time he managed to get to the bathroom. We’re all wondering now how we can manage to sleep on the bathroom floor and wait for the next round, it might be easier. Micah is up again, terror in his eyes and worrying, “Am I going to get it Memaw, and what time does school start?”
I decide I will sit up and wait until the next round, but Chick talks me into going back to sleep so I try to, but can’t for waiting for the next round which comes. I get up; he made it to the trash can this time. Thank you Jesus! Now, we all settle down. I’ve started 2 loads of laundry and its 3 a.m.
4:00 a.m. - - Logan wants a drink. Pawpaw gives him a Capri Sun. It rumbles down in the darkest recesses of the belly, it roars and hold on to your hats, here it comes again!
He made it to the lined trash can. No mess, no fuss this time.
5:40 a.m. - - 2 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Suddenly it’s time to get up. Micah is shaking me and saying, “I’ve got to get to school Memaw”. I decided after staying up most of the night just to keep Micah home today; it’s now 20 minutes until 8 a.m. and he is wanting to go to the safety net of school where all the germs begin, but he thinks it’s a safe haven, so we jump up like Jack in the Boxes and magically he is ready and out the door. Logan is up and wanting to eat and drink. The Long Night is Over for now…
Footsteps running through the house. Who could that be? Then a voice! Memaw! Memaw! Help! I recognized Logan’s cry for help and met his footsteps, turned on the light and there stood a trembling little boy with nearly digested food from the top of his p.j.’s to the bottom of his feet. Here came Pawpaw too. Scurrying around we managed to clean up, wipe up, change clothes, another pillow, another blanket and back to bed. Then more footsteps - - this time it’s Micah. Memaw, memaw, what’s wrong with him? Possibly the virus Micah! Oh no, am I going to get it? Tell me I’m not going to get it Memaw! Remember last year when I got it? Micah don’t worry. Can I go to school; no one in my class has it. No Micah, its night and school is not in session.
I take this child to bed with me and tell him maybe we won’t get it. He can’t sleep for worrying about it. He wants me to take him somewhere right now where he won’t be around it. It’s now 10 p.m. Calm down Micah and go back to sleep, it’ll be okay.
Back to slumber. NOT! Memaw, Memaw! I smell this horrible smell, turn on the lights and Logan looks like a brown chocolate bear but smells like something that just popped out of the sewer. It’s from neck to toe again. This time I look over the situation and decide a shower is all I can do with this. Strip down, warm water, shower, brown flowing water finally turns clear. Dry off; clean up, new pajamas, new bedding, and new pillow and back to dreamland.
11:45 p.m. Splat, urp, gag, another round of Niagara Falls coming from our little one. Another pillow covered, another blanket, the plastic lined trash can - -clean! The floor is not. Another clean up, more burning the midnight oil, Micah up worrying about catching it, the dog wondering if it’s morning and time to go out again. OKAY, HELP GOD!
1:00 a.m. Footsteps running through the house - - I get up and this time I haven’t been sleeping and neither has Pawpaw. We console our little one, change clothes one more time, and this time he managed to get to the bathroom. We’re all wondering now how we can manage to sleep on the bathroom floor and wait for the next round, it might be easier. Micah is up again, terror in his eyes and worrying, “Am I going to get it Memaw, and what time does school start?”
I decide I will sit up and wait until the next round, but Chick talks me into going back to sleep so I try to, but can’t for waiting for the next round which comes. I get up; he made it to the trash can this time. Thank you Jesus! Now, we all settle down. I’ve started 2 loads of laundry and its 3 a.m.
4:00 a.m. - - Logan wants a drink. Pawpaw gives him a Capri Sun. It rumbles down in the darkest recesses of the belly, it roars and hold on to your hats, here it comes again!
He made it to the lined trash can. No mess, no fuss this time.
5:40 a.m. - - 2 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Suddenly it’s time to get up. Micah is shaking me and saying, “I’ve got to get to school Memaw”. I decided after staying up most of the night just to keep Micah home today; it’s now 20 minutes until 8 a.m. and he is wanting to go to the safety net of school where all the germs begin, but he thinks it’s a safe haven, so we jump up like Jack in the Boxes and magically he is ready and out the door. Logan is up and wanting to eat and drink. The Long Night is Over for now…
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