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Years ago, I was on my way home from work to meet my boyfriend for a date when I became violently ill and projectile vomited a breakfast of strawberry pancakes all over the inside of my car. It was everywhere: the dashboard, the seat, and me. I pulled in the driveway, staggered into the house, pulling off pink-vomit soaked clothing and yelling for my mom to help me. An hour later, I got out of the bath, the vomiting episode thankfully behind me, and went out into the driveway to clean up the car. As I exited the house, I was stunned and eternally grateful to see my now husband stooped over the driver's seat and scrubbing away while wearing an apron, elbow-length kitchen gloves, and a face mask. I'm pretty sure I fell completely, totally, irretrievably in love with him in that moment.
I think I just fell in love with him from that story
That was funny but what was he expecting his wife to do?
We have 6 kids and I have seen plenty of action on the parental field of war. I would just take care of the problem. I get that this guy is claiming he can not take it, but still, is his wife supposed to magically appear? Is she like that insurance agent that when you sing a song leaves where she is and appears next to you?
Years ago, I was on my way home from work to meet my boyfriend for a date when I became violently ill and projectile vomited a breakfast of strawberry pancakes all over the inside of my car. It was everywhere: the dashboard, the seat, and me. I pulled in the driveway, staggered into the house, pulling off pink-vomit soaked clothing and yelling for my mom to help me. An hour later, I got out of the bath, the vomiting episode thankfully behind me, and went out into the driveway to clean up the car. As I exited the house, I was stunned and eternally grateful to see my now husband stooped over the driver's seat and scrubbing away while wearing an apron, elbow-length kitchen gloves, and a face mask. I'm pretty sure I fell completely, totally, irretrievably in love with him in that moment.
OMG, he's one in a million! Glad he didn't get away, LOL.
What? When the kids are on my watch I just take care of whatever happens and then tell him about it later. Sometimes it's routine and sometimes it involves massive amounts of vomit or poop. Yes, he may realize how lucky he was that I had to deal with the bodily fluids but my DH doesn't owe me anything for being a parent and I would laugh in his face if he told me I owed him for the same situation. I would absolutely feel sympathy for what he had to go through but I "owe" him? No.
And having been through more puking and pooping episodes than I'd care to admit, I have no clue how he managed to text multiple long and coherent texts to his wife while it was going on. Makes me think this was staged or something.
I don't think it was staged. That picture of the poor little tyke with the puke all over him, looking pale, peaked, miserable with his eyes red and teary ( as happens after someone vomits) couldn't have been staged, IMO.
I have to admit I wanted to toss my cookies as I read that story, although I've cleaned up my share of bodily projections over the years as a parent and can identify.
No, most parents owe the parent who deals with a particularly bad misplaced body fluid. And the non-dealing parent usually realises how lucky they are, too.
I think a load of appreciation is owed on the part of the other parent to the one who dealt with the projectile body fluid ejection and cleaned up the mess, even if it's just gratitude that he/she didn't have to deal with it that time.
My husband and I had a different way of dealing with such incidents-if we were both there during the incident, and were at home, as was usually the case. I'm like the dad in the story with reacting to the smell (and the sounds) of vomiting making me heave and hurl too, or at least come close, but I'm ok with diarrhea, not pleasant but I can handle that. My husband has the opposite reaction, he's ok with vomit but diarrhea makes him want to hurl. We handled the division of duties, so to speak, according to which end the bodily fluid came from
So when our daughter was about 7-8 yrs old, she got some sort of a chronic GI condition they thought might be inflammatory jn nature ( thinking Crohn's disease). She would wake up at about 3AM several days a week with severe vomiting and diarrhea, and generally she didn't make it all the way to the toilet, or even the bathroom, so there was both vomit and diarrhea sometimes on the floor all the way to the toilet. On the times she did get to the toilet both vomiting and diarrhea,,one or the other might make the toilet and the other was splashed all over the floor, walls. I cleaned up the diarrhea, he cleaned up the vomit. Poor kid would also run a high fever often as this happened, and almost seemed semi-comatose when she got through the vomiting/diarrhea. After a couple calls and runs to the pediatrician, they were finally convinced that she didn't have just a routine 24 hr "stomach bug", and referred her to a pediatric GI doc for workup.
I think my daughter was five and had a UTI. She was put on an antibiotic which made her sick to her stomach. On the home from some place she threw up in the car. So my then eight year old saw that and also threw up. We're cleaning that up and then the six year old had to throw up. We've got three kids on the side of the road and we clean out the car. I get my daughter strapped back in and we start to drive off. My middle child comes running after us. We'd forgotten he wasn't in the car. It's funny now. We really looked like bad parents that night.
My mom surely has a story, and I do too because I'm the brother lol. My little sister had to poop once and we are on the expressway, still a long way until where we had to go, and my sister had to go bad so what did my mom have us do? She had me and my younger brother open a plastic shopping bag and have my sister squat and take a dump in it. The smell was so bad but all of us were cracking up (except my sister) but it was too bad to handle we tied the bag and tossed it out the window.
My mom surely has a story, and I do too because I'm the brother lol. My little sister had to poop once and we are on the expressway, still a long way until where we had to go, and my sister had to go bad so what did my mom have us do? She had me and my younger brother open a plastic shopping bag and have my sister squat and take a dump in it. The smell was so bad but all of us were cracking up (except my sister) but it was too bad to handle we tied the bag and tossed it out the window.
ROFL, I can imagine. Did your sister ever live it down?
Reminds me of one of the times my mother and the four of us kids drove from PA to TN-this would have been in the late 50's, early 60's, before interstates ( at least we didn't drive on interstates for those trips). We had been driving for a while, hadn't come across a gas station or any other place there was a bathroom, and we all had to go-bad. Well, I think my brother was able to pee in a plastic drink cup while he was in the car, and he did so and tossed it out the window. But we three girls found that wouldn't work for us, so mom stopped on the side of the road in what looked like a deserted and pretty rural area, there was little traffic. We got out, took turns squatting, by the side of the car, and wouldn't you know it, a police officer stopped his car behind ours and got out, asked my mother if everything was ok. She was so embarrassed she sort of stuttered, turned red and finally said we were ok. And we were all giggling. My sister told the officer that we were all carsick, and my mother agreed with that. Well, seems the officer knew what we were doing (it was obvious) and he sort of smiled, told us to open the car doors so it was harder to see us from the road, bade us a good day and went his way.
This was the fakest story I ever read. The cops just don't randomly show up right away and pass out breathalyzers. He would have left the ladies front yard right away if she was yelling at him and accusing him of being drunk.
They do in Burlingame (where it happened). One of my coworkers got multiple tickets for texting at a stop sign. Police there have nothing to do. The Police blotter is hilarious. Lawn ornament vandalism and all sorts or other non-crime.
I don't think it was staged. That picture of the poor little tyke with the puke all over him, looking pale, peaked, miserable with his eyes red and teary ( as happens after someone vomits) couldn't have been staged, IMO.
I don't think the picture was staged but all the texts. Since his wife wasn't answering her phone or texts he over dramatized/made up what was actually happening.
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When the kids are on my watch I just take care of whatever happens and then tell him about it later. Sometimes it's routine and sometimes it involves massive amounts of vomit or poop. Yes, he may realize how lucky he was that I had to deal with the bodily fluids but my DH doesn't owe me anything for being a parent and I would laugh in his face if he told me I owed him for the same situation. I would absolutely feel sympathy for what he had to go through but I "owe" him? No.
