April 23 2009

2 of the 4 P’s of Motherhood + fire

Well yesterday evening was a doozy. As reference I’ll refer you to my original post about the 4 P’s of Motherhood.

And now we begin:

As you may know my lovely friend Ilana watches Mazie while I’m at work. After a very long weekend of work, plus two intense days this week I venture home to pick up Mazie at Ilana’s house. I walk in to a strange smell in the house, but decide not to say anything about it because I can see Ilana has had a rough day and don’t think telling her that her house smells horrible makes it any better. I think the girls have really worked her over during the day and she needs a hug. A hug for being a great mom to her daughter and for being a great caretaker of mine. Anyway in the chaos Cat their cat walks over to me as he always does for a little snuggle. I pick him up only to notice that the strange smell is coming from him. Unfortunately, Cat got a little too close to the burner while Ilana was preparing dinner and singed his tail fur. Cat the cat is quite old and apparently can not feel his tail anymore. First let me tell you Cat is just fine. It seems to only have singed the outside fur and he’s unphased by the whole thing, wondering why I’m now holding his tale under the bathroom sink faucet and rubbing it vigorously with paper towels to remove the burnt fur and inspect for any injury.

Anyway we venture home confident that Cat was ok. I guess Mazie hasn’t eaten much during the day, but you know that’s not all that unusual some days kids eat and some days they don’t. Just before bed she is telling me her mouth and her tummy hurt her. She’s getting her two year molars and they are definitely giving her fits. As I go out of the room to get some teething tablets I hear her SCREAM that she doesn’t feel good. So I’m rushing in to grab her and rock her in the chair when I’m suddenly being thrown up on. Hmm maybe it’s not just the molars.

Now we’re rushing to the bathroom where I again take a direct hit on our way through the kitchen because I can only imagine trying to clean puke off the kitchen rug. Ok now have I mentioned that during the lead up to this whole ordeal I’ve had to go pee for at least 30 minutes? Now we’re standing in the bathroom both covered in puke and I realize oh my god I’m going to pee my pants and be covered in puke. So I quickly manage to make it to the potty so I’m only covered in puke and not in my own urine as well.

Oh did I mention that Mazie is still throwing up this entire time and we are both standing in a bathroom covered in kid puke. Now I’m stripping us both down, trying to comfort my extremely upset child, and clean the bathroom at the same time. I quickly grab paper towels to wipe the floor and in haste toss them into the potty for disposal, which as you can imagine was THE WRONG IDEA. They quickly clog the toilet and I’m facing an overflow situation. Smart thinking averts disaster when I turn the water off behind the toilet bowl.

I rush into the bed room to throw on a bathrobe so I can try to finish cleaning up and put my sick kid to bed. Oh have I mentioned that Robbie has been on a VERY important business call during this whole fiasco and is standing in our bedroom closet, which seems to be the best place to both get reception and a quiet place to speak to someone? Still on the call I bust is with a dreadful look on my face, still partly covered in puke, and search for my bathrobe.

I’ve managed to clean up most of the house in a whirlwind, grabbing rugs and throwing them in the tub, filling the bathroom sink with water to soak our clothes and opening up the bathroom window to remove the smell.

Robbie’s now off his call and comes out to survey the scene of our house turned upside down with only one rug left on the floor from Mazie’s room to the bathroom, the toilet disassembled, and his wife and child sitting in the rocking chair as if nothing has happened.

Today I experienced two of the 4 P’s of Motherhood plus fire.