A long and disgusting way to explain that my kid is sick and therefore I accomplished nothing of importance this weekend

Almost twenty years ago (yeesh) my second cousin was working as my dad's legal secretary, and I was a freshman in college. I'd stop in at the office fairly frequently, typing up papers there or what have you. One afternoon I was doing some studying at the office and I was feeling sort of yurpy. I went down the hall to the bathroom, where I spent the next twenty minutes trying not to throw up. I'm terrible about this -- I'll fight it and fight it even though I know I need to -- my stomach is begging me to -- throw up. Well, my cousin wandered down the hall after awhile to check on me. She walked into the bathroom, I took one look at her and promptly barfed into the toilet.

It was an in-joke for awhile, that the very sight of my cousin made me lose my lunch. But since then, I've noticed a similar thing happen all the time. Last year when I was fighting food poisoning in China, I managed to keep myself from throwing up during a car ride from the South China Sea all the way to our hotel 45 minutes away. I kept it together through the excruciating process of checking into a hotel where no one understood a single word we said. I kept a lid on it all the way up to our room, and even for 15 additional minutes on the floor of the bathroom.

But the husband walks in to check on me, and blat. There goes the bad seafood.

This morning I was on the other end of this phenomenon. Trailhead Kid started complaining about his throat yesterday afternoon, and by 2 a.m., he was throwing up in our bed (nice, huh?). A look into his throat with a flashlight revealed those dastardly white spots, so I think we're on our second round with strep for the year. I was on duty in the middle of the night, so Mr. T took over at about 5 in the morning and I slept the rest of the morning. I wandered downstairs about noon, and could hear the little one whimpering and Mr. T comforting him. I walked into the living room, Trailhead Kid looked up at me and promptly yakked all over the chair.

Today was supposed to be our hiking day, but instead I cleaned up the chair and wrote a post about blowing chunks. All things considered, I have to say I would have preferred the hiking.

And so, I am guessing, would you.