But it’s really wet and muddy.
Diarrhea. The scourge of mankind. The great leveler.
And my son is suffering from it.
It’s been going around at his Kindergarten, and I suppose it was only inevitable that he should contract it, as well. Well, he doesn’t appear to be suffering, except for the running back and forth to the toilet, the constant changing of underwear—he’s watching movies, jumping around pretending to be Spiderman, making the usual racket. His appetite isn’t even suffering, and he doesn’t have a fever. So, I’m not particularly worried.
And I don’t feel particularly guilty about complaining about it, either.
To be honest, it’s been a pain in the ass. I’ve thrown my back out cleaning up after the little guy, stooping to wipe his butt, clean the floor, scrub undies. It’s times like this I’m more thankful than usual that I have only one child to tend. I can’t imagine myself running behind two or more children and dealing with this kind of mess.
Don’t get me wrong, my heart goes out to him. Naturally, possessing the tender heart of a mother, I don’t want my child suffering illness. But after his bout of stomach flu two weeks ago, cleaning after the careless pissing of both males in this household (Men, please pay better attention to where you aim. Keep at least one hand on your willie, and one eye on the target ), and now this, I’ve just about had it with messy bodily fluids.
Calgon, take me away… and ease my aching back.
By the way, I did manage to figure out how to start a fire on the first go. Thanks to Hearth.com. Anyone who has trouble getting their fireplace or wood stove going, take a gander at this site. It even boasts a handy dandy video for those of you, like me, who benefit from visuals.
