Re: The weekend from he** (or The latest episode of As the Stomach Churns) long

[Guest guest]

ly, , I think hell is probably a nicer and more comfortable place,

if your weekend is any indication.

> You know, I think when I signed up for this life, I must have forgotten to

read the fine print.

>

Yeah, I forgot too, and now they say it is too late to change my mind.

> Friday evening, while Roland was picking up Rojr for the weekend, he got

his nose out of joint about the new nickname Rojr has given himself (Rojr

decided that it sounded more like his hero, Jordan, if he called

himself R.J.). I was so informed that I was NOT to allow Rojr to call

himself that. I refused to do so, since it is much easier to tell who we

are talking about if we let Rojr have his nickname. (besides, I thought it

was cute).

>

Some things are worth fighting for or about, but this nickname does not seem

to be among them, at least not in my opinion. I guess Roland disagrees.

> Needless to say, Roland stormed off in a huff, with R.J. in tow,

threatening to take custody in court, or to just refuse to return R.J. Then

he called and we had the same argument until I hung up on him. Great way to

start off the evening, huh?

>

Fun, fun, fun...

> Since we both know he was bluffing, I blew it off, and went on with our

evening. Or so I thought. 15 minutes later, he's calling again, with

apologies and a request that I watch R.J. for a few hours. It seems he's on

call for the weekend, and has to work. He'll pick R.J. back up sometime

around 11:00 p.m.

>

Ha. He needs you and then suddenly he is full of apologies.

> So far, this was all typical, but after I hung up the phone, Nicky, who

had been poking his stomach and saying " ouch " for the last few hours,

decided it was time to throw up. On the T.V. While A.G. and Robby were

watching their obsession (DBZ).

I can easily imagine how well this would go over. Just about as well as it

would around here...TOTAL HYSTERIA!!!

>

> Of course, this was too much for the older boys. A.G. raced for the

bathroom to copy Nicky,

Even more fun!

while Robby ranted and stormed about Nicky's mean, selfish act, and couldn't

I move out of the way as I cleaned up the vomit so he could see the T.V.?

>

Now there's a kid with his priorities straight. Stupid mom! You could lean

the television AFTER DBZ. And as for Nicky throwing up deliberately to

spoil Robby's good time, well, I sure Nicky had it planned for days ahead.

> I had just sent Robby to his room when Roland showed up. R.J., whom I had

been keeping in pull-ups, (the same roto virus that Nicky had just vomited

from had given R.J. diarrhea), was now in regular underwear. Of course.

And he immediately ended up with another bout of diarrhea running down his

leg, all over the carpet. Of course.

Ah. What a wonderful day! Poop and vomit! How I love it. I have had such

weekends...generally one survives them only because one is too tired to

commit suicide which would be the normal reaction of a sane person who had

got some rest.

The poor kid started to cry, saying, " I'm sorry, Momma. " as Roland walked

back out the door.

>

Well, that is a thoughtful child! Not that he could help it.

> That was the beginning of a weekend that contained the death of 4 major

appliances (dishwasher, microwave, washer and dryer),

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How on earth? I once had my dryer and my washer go out on the same day (my

friend took them over to her house to wash and brought them back to me for

drying and guess what?) Your story is far worse...

2 floods (one in the laundry room when the washer broke down, and one in

the kitchen when thediswaher quit)

GREAT! All the world's a paddle pool and all the children potential

paddlers. I once left my kitchen sink running until it overflowed and son

, then five years old walked through the room. He noticed nothing

odd. Later I asked him why he didn't tell me that water was pouring out of

the sink and on to the floor and he said, " Oh, I just thought you were

cleaning or something. " Kids have such confidence in their parents when

they shouldn't and no confidence at all when they should.

preschoolers who refuse to touch pedialyte with a ten foot pole and a dr

who said I HAD to get it down them (You want to come over here and make them

drink it, Doctor?

Now that's an idea. Have the doc bring a couple of STRONG nurses too and

maybe a strait jacket although it will, naturally, be impossible to get the

kids into that strait jacket.

), a case of bronchitis that I am still wheezing through, and 3 nights

straight of 3 hours of sleep or less.

>

Poor !

> Is the weekend over yet?

>

> B

It is! But are things any better yet? That rotovirus is not that quick,

but plenty nasty. How is everyone doing?

Salli

[Guest guest]

> ly, , I think hell is probably a nicer and more

comfortable place,

> if your weekend is any indication.

>

> > You know, I think when I signed up for this life, I must have

forgotten to

> read the fine print.

> >

> Yeah, I forgot too, and now they say it is too late to change my

mind.

I must agree with Salli. I'm so sorry this horrid virus is at your

house. I'm also sorry to report it stayed at mine for almost two

weeks. Pedialyte mixed with 7up was fine with the doctor and it

tasted okay enough to drink then. Fruit juice was out as that can

instigate more diahrrhea...Just what you need right? Popsicles are

fine if your kids eat them...JJ does not because they are too cold.

I wish you lots and lots of luck and well wishes.

[Guest guest]

Well, the weekend IS over now...Are things any better????

I sure hope so!

Penny

[Guest guest]

,

You have my deepest sympathies for the loss of your dear appliances.

Sorry to hear the kids are sick. I'm assuming Roland put RJ into the

regular underwear? I hope your weekend ended better than it started!

Sue

[Guest guest]

It's been on and off at our house for about a week and a half now. Hopefully

<crossing fingers and holding breath> it's just about run it's course. I can

probably use the 7up trick with R.J., but Nick hates soda in general. but he

loves popsicles. I was thinking of picking up a cheap popsicle mold and seeing

if they would eat pedialyte icepops.

B

Re: The weekend from he** (or The latest episode

of " As the Stomach Churns " ) long

> ly, , I think hell is probably a nicer and more

comfortable place,

> if your weekend is any indication.

>

> > You know, I think when I signed up for this life, I must have

forgotten to

> read the fine print.

> >

> Yeah, I forgot too, and now they say it is too late to change my

mind.

I must agree with Salli. I'm so sorry this horrid virus is at your

house. I'm also sorry to report it stayed at mine for almost two

weeks. Pedialyte mixed with 7up was fine with the doctor and it

tasted okay enough to drink then. Fruit juice was out as that can

instigate more diahrrhea...Just what you need right? Popsicles are

fine if your kids eat them...JJ does not because they are too cold.

I wish you lots and lots of luck and well wishes.

[Guest guest]

Thank you for your condolences. I still haven't decided whether to try to

resuscitate any of them, or to let them all Rest in Peace, and see if we can

find replacements.

Roland did put R.J. in the regular underwear. Then left as soon as R.J. was

standing in a pool, with out so much as an " oops " . Grrr! I know it's really

trivial, but that is still the part of that evening that bothers me the most.

B

Re: The weekend from he** (or The latest episode

of " As the Stomach Churns " ) long

,

You have my deepest sympathies for the loss of your dear appliances.

Sorry to hear the kids are sick. I'm assuming Roland put RJ into the

regular underwear? I hope your weekend ended better than it started!

Sue

[Guest guest]

Re: The weekend from he** (or The latest episode

of " As the Stomach Churns " ) long

>> You know, I think when I signed up for this life, I must have forgotten to

read the fine print.

>>

>Yeah, I forgot too, and now they say it is too late to change my mind.

>

What? You got a warranty??

>> Since we both know he was bluffing, I blew it off, and went on with our

evening. Or so I thought. 15 minutes later, he's calling again, with

apologies and a request that I watch R.J. for a few hours. It seems he's on

call for the weekend, and has to work. He'll pick R.J. back up sometime

around 11:00 p.m.

>>

>Ha. He needs you and then suddenly he is full of apologies.

>

Well, that and the fact that he can't seem to decide whether bullying or

sachrine stands a better chance of getting us back together.

>> So far, this was all typical, but after I hung up the phone, Nicky, who

had been poking his stomach and saying " ouch " for the last few hours,

decided it was time to throw up. On the T.V. While A.G. and Robby were

watching their obsession (DBZ).

>>

>I can easily imagine how well this would go over. Just about as well as it

would around here...TOTAL HYSTERIA!!!

>

>> Of course, this was too much for the older boys. A.G. raced for the

bathroom to copy Nicky,

>Even more fun!

I'm just glad he made it to the toilet.

>>while Robby ranted and stormed about Nicky's mean, selfish act, and couldn't

I move out of the way as I cleaned up the vomit so he could see the T.V.?

>>

>Now there's a kid with his priorities straight. Stupid mom! You could clean

the television AFTER DBZ. And as for Nicky throwing up deliberately to

spoil Robby's good time, well, I sure Nicky had it planned for days ahead.

>

I probably would have lost it with Robby if I wasn't trying desparately to get

to the vomit before Nicky could play in it. Eeeww....

>> I had just sent Robby to his room when Roland showed up. R.J., whom I had

been keeping in pull-ups, (the same roto virus that Nicky had just vomited

from had given R.J. diarrhea), was now in regular underwear. Of course.

And he immediately ended up with another bout of diarrhea running down his

leg, all over the carpet. Of course.

>>

>Ah. What a wonderful day! Poop and vomit! How I love it. I have had such

weekends...generally one survives them only because one is too tired to

commit suicide which would be the normal reaction of a sane person who had

got some rest.

>

Sanity is for those who can't deal with reality.

>>The poor kid started to cry, saying, " I'm sorry, Momma. " as Roland walked

back out the door.

>>

>Well, that is a thoughtful child! Not that he could help it.>

I felt horrible about it. He thinks pull ups are for babies, so he doesn't

want to wear them, and then feels like he's not a " big boy " if he has an

accident.

I was really upset with his father, though. This is the same man who keeps

trying to send me on a huge guilt trip, saying that I don't have the time to

really spend quality time with each of the kids, and then, when R.J. is crying

brokenheartedly, he just walks out, with out even saying goodbye to him. R.J.

thought that Roland was mad at him and didn't want him around. That's when it

went from tears to hysterical sobs. If he had walked back in, five munutes

later, I would have started looking for a blunt instrument.

>> That was the beginning of a weekend that contained the death of 4 major

appliances (dishwasher, microwave, washer and dryer),

>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>How on earth? I once had my dryer and my washer go out on the same day (my

friend took them over to her house to wash and brought them back to me for

drying and guess what?) Your story is far worse...

>

They had all been on their deathbeds for months. We got all four for free,

and Roland had been fixing one or another of them every weekend. I just didn't

expect them to expire within hours of each other.

>>2 floods (one in the laundry room when the washer broke down, and one in

the kitchen when thediswaher quit)

>>

Well, the indoor puddle jumping contest was the high point of my weekend. We

all joined in. Nicky won the prize for the most ear-peircing scream of delight,

R.J. for the most jumps, Robby for the most inventive splash (he was sliding

across the floor on his rear) and A.G. for the funniest splash (he laughed so

hard he fell down.). Actually, after the contest, and the mop up, I don't think

my floors have every been so clean. (At least where the linoleum tiles aren't

peeling and bubbling.)

>GREAT! All the world's a paddle pool and all the children potential

paddlers. I once left my kitchen sink running until it overflowed and son

, then five years old walked through the room. He noticed nothing

odd. Later I asked him why he didn't tell me that water was pouring out of

the sink and on to the floor and he said, " Oh, I just thought you were

cleaning or something. " Kids have such confidence in their parents when

they shouldn't and no confidence at all when they should.

>

Robby noticed first. The hard way. That was where his inventive move

started. Nicky saw him and started screeching with laughter, so Robby had to

show off and do it a few more times. After that, the rest was inevitable.

>>preschoolers who refuse to touch pedialyte with a ten foot pole and a dr

who said I HAD to get it down them (You want to come over here and make them

drink it, Doctor?

>Now that's an idea. Have the doc bring a couple of STRONG nurses too and

maybe a strait jacket although it will, naturally, be impossible to get the

kids into that strait jacket.

), a case of bronchitis that I am still wheezing through, and 3 nights

straight of 3 hours of sleep or less.

>>

>Poor !

>

>> Is the weekend over yet?

>>

>> B

>It is! But are things any better yet? That rotovirus >is not that quick,

>but plenty nasty. How is everyone doing?

Salli

I am still a little wheezy, but hopefully I have it under control.

R.J. is still in pull ups, but he is willing to eat as many pedialyte ice pops

as I can make.

Nicky has decided that he is bottlebroken. I didn't get it the first several

times he threw it on the floor. I got suspicious when he tried to flush the

bottle down the toilet, and finally saw the light (literally) when he beaned me

right in the temple with a well aimed throw. Afterwards he pinched my cheeks,

shook my head no, and walked off to play with his train. He had a blast at OT

and speech today. We've just started brushing and joint compressions, which he

seems to think are heavenly.

A.G. and Robby are back to being at each other's throats. I usually ignore it

until about the fifth time I hear, " MOOOOM, he LOOKED at me. " , at which point I

split them up.

All in all, I'd say life is back to normal, or as close as it gets around

here.

B

[Guest guest]

> All in all, I'd say life is back to normal, or as close as it

gets around here.

, I know it isn't funny when you are in the midst of it, but

your banter with Salli sounded so much like my own house by the time

I got to this last statement I cracked up. I think it is the

absurdity of it all that does me in.

If I could make a wish for you I would bless you with a moment of

peace, sanity and working appliances. The addition of virus free

children would certainly be a plus also.

[Guest guest]

Wow, that sounds positively awful. I'm sorry.

I do have a tip for the pedialyte though. Well, two. You can

buy the iceblocks that contain the stuff. Then they don't

realise it's medicine. Or the other trick, if the kids are

not on special diets, mix the stuff half and half with diet

fizzy drink or whatever. Diet, not regular, because they

need less sugar, more water when they are sick. That way

they are effectively drinking half water, half pedialyte

plus colouring. Worth a shot maybe? Add the phrase " You have

been good, but you are NOT having any more fizzy drink after

this so don't ask. " Sounds more authentic. My kids figure it

must be special.

Hope things improve for you.

in Sydney, Australia

Mum to , 6yo AS ADHD, and , 5yo mild hearing

loss

The weekend from he** (or The

latest episode of " As the Stomach Churns " ) long

You know, I think when I signed up for this life, I must

have forgotten to read the fine print.

Friday evening, while Roland was picking up Rojr for the

weekend, he got his nose out of joint about the new nickname

Rojr has given himself (Rojr decided that it sounded more

like his hero, Jordan, if he called himself R.J.).

I was so informed that I was NOT to allow Rojr to call

himself that. I refused to do so, since it is much easier

to tell who we are talking about if we let Rojr have his

nickname. (besides, I thought it was cute).

Needless to say, Roland stormed off in a huff, with R.J. in

tow, threatening to take custody in court, or to just refuse

to return R.J. Then he called and we had the same argument

until I hung up on him. Great way to start off the evening,

huh?

Since we both know he was bluffing, I blew it off, and went

on with our evening. Or so I thought. 15 minutes later,

he's calling again, with apologies and a request that I

watch R.J. for a few hours. It seems he's on call for the

weekend, and has to work. He'll pick R.J. back up sometime

around 11:00 p.m.

So far, this was all typical, but after I hung up the phone,

Nicky, who had been poking his stomach and saying " ouch " for

the last few hours, decided it was time to throw up. On the

T.V. While A.G. and Robby were watching their obsession

(DBZ).

Of course, this was too much for the older boys. A.G. raced

for the bathroom to copy Nicky, while Robby ranted and

stormed about Nicky's mean, selfish act, and couldn't I move

out of the way as I cleaned up the vomit so he could see the

T.V.?

I had just sent Robby to his room when Roland showed up.

R.J., whom I had been keeping in pull-ups, (the same roto

virus that Nicky had just vomited from had given R.J.

diarrhea), was now in regular underwear. Of course. And he

immediately ended up with another bout of diarrhea running

down his leg, all over the carpet. Of course. The poor kid

started to cry, saying, " I'm sorry, Momma. " as Roland walked

back out the door.

That was the beginning of a weekend that contained the death

of 4 major appliances (dishwasher, microwave, washer and

dryer), 2 floods (one in the laundry room when the washer

broke down, and one in the kitchen when thediswaher quit), 2

preschoolers who refuse to touch pedialyte with a ten foot

pole and a dr who said I HAD to get it down them (You want

to come over here and make them drink it, Doctor?), a case

of bronchitis that I am still wheezing through, and 3 nights

straight of 3 hours of sleep or less.

Is the weekend over yet?

B

[Guest guest]

, I hope things are better in your world today.

It sounds like a real winner of a weekend. Yikes.

Tamara

--- Barber wrote:

> You know, I think when I signed up for this life, I

> must have forgotten to read the fine print.

>

> Friday evening, while Roland was picking up Rojr for

> the weekend, he got his nose out of joint about the

> new nickname Rojr has given himself (Rojr decided

> that it sounded more like his hero, Jordan,

> if he called himself R.J.). I was so informed that

> I was NOT to allow Rojr to call himself that. I

> refused to do so, since it is much easier to tell

> who we are talking about if we let Rojr have his

> nickname. (besides, I thought it was cute).

>

> Needless to say, Roland stormed off in a huff, with

> R.J. in tow, threatening to take custody in court,

> or to just refuse to return R.J. Then he called and

> we had the same argument until I hung up on him.

> Great way to start off the evening, huh?

>

> Since we both know he was bluffing, I blew it off,

> and went on with our evening. Or so I thought. 15

> minutes later, he's calling again, with apologies

> and a request that I watch R.J. for a few hours. It

> seems he's on call for the weekend, and has to work.

> He'll pick R.J. back up sometime around 11:00 p.m.

>

> So far, this was all typical, but after I hung up

> the phone, Nicky, who had been poking his stomach

> and saying " ouch " for the last few hours, decided it

> was time to throw up. On the T.V. While A.G. and

> Robby were watching their obsession (DBZ).

>

> Of course, this was too much for the older boys.

> A.G. raced for the bathroom to copy Nicky, while

> Robby ranted and stormed about Nicky's mean, selfish

> act, and couldn't I move out of the way as I cleaned

> up the vomit so he could see the T.V.?

>

> I had just sent Robby to his room when Roland showed

> up. R.J., whom I had been keeping in pull-ups, (the

> same roto virus that Nicky had just vomited from had

> given R.J. diarrhea), was now in regular underwear.

> Of course. And he immediately ended up with another

> bout of diarrhea running down his leg, all over the

> carpet. Of course. The poor kid started to cry,

> saying, " I'm sorry, Momma. " as Roland walked back

> out the door.

>

> That was the beginning of a weekend that contained

> the death of 4 major appliances (dishwasher,

> microwave, washer and dryer), 2 floods (one in the

> laundry room when the washer broke down, and one in

> the kitchen when thediswaher quit), 2 preschoolers

> who refuse to touch pedialyte with a ten foot pole

> and a dr who said I HAD to get it down them (You

> want to come over here and make them drink it,

> Doctor?), a case of bronchitis that I am still

> wheezing through, and 3 nights straight of 3 hours

> of sleep or less.

>

> Is the weekend over yet?

>

> B

>

>

> [Non-text portions of this message have been

> removed]

>

>

=====

Tamara

mom to :

Ebony, 4 yrs -- asd, ADHD, bi-polar

, 1 year

wife to:

Terry, love of my life

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