They (whoever "they" are) always say "You learn something new everyday." I suppose it is true. Today I learned a valuable gem. I should never ever ever clean my fish tank on a full stomach because, well, I can't quite stomach it. After baking myself a pizza, I still had quite a bit of time left on my lunch break so I decided to tackle cleaning my fish tank. I pulled my sleeves up, pushed my hair back and dove right on it. Finally, I worked up the courage to clean the filters. The sight hit me like a gamma ray. Right to the stomach. The unexpected was coming. I leaned over the floor to let it out. Then I remembered there was a sink about 12 inches away (I'm a genius, I know) so I leaned over that and let it out. I couldn't look otherwise it would just happen again. Oh, the price I pay so my fish can swim in clean water.
I can count on one hand the number of times that I have thrown up in my memory. From most recent to oldest.
1. The night before the triathlon I ate too much at Olive Garden and I got a really bad night's sleep.
2. Christmas night 2 years ago. Something made me sick. I think it was spinach...I always knew there was a reason I avoided spinach like the plague.
3. Cleaning up Tiger's (my old cat) throw up. The smell of it made me wretch. Erin was in the shower. I had just eaten those Grandma's brand cookies that have tons of pink frosting on top.
4. In the third grade, a whole 14 years earlier, I couldn't make it to the bathroom and threw up all over Lauren Carrol's backpack. I still feel bad about that.
I just decided that I will make my children change their own diapers and clean up after their vomit as soon as they are physically able. I am not cut out for that kind of work.
2 comments:
You blog weird things. Also, you're my hero.
Kim, Your mother made up for all of the barf on Lauren's backpack. Lauren called late last night and spent the night at the Carrol's babysitting Lauren's kids, while Lauren helped her cousin deliver a baby. I think you should consider the debt paid! Now you just owe Mom. Love, Dad.
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