Barfapalooza
I remember having a nightmare before Tim was deployed that everyone got sick at once. In the dream, in order to regulate the cleanup, I put everyone on a futon mattress on the tile floor in the basement. The nightmare came true, unfortunately I neglected to follow through on the keen strategy. My nightmare didn’t take into account me hovering over the toilet too.
Let’s just say the house has been a barfapalooza of vomiting and diarrhea. A LOT OF IT. Sometimes simultaneously. Sometimes like a chain-effect. Sometimes with a few minutes in between.
It started with Emerson (Wednesday-Friday) and worked its way to Campbell (Thursday-present), Briggs and me (Friday), and finally Gage (Saturday)! Gage seemed to be the lone survivor yesterday. He loved it though…he got to stay in his jammies all day, had free reign over the pantry, and watched endless movies. What could be better!
Truly yesterday was one of the worst days. BUT you know I have to find humor in everything. At one point, I was lying on the floor with Emerson curled into my body…I looked down one end of the hallway and saw Campbell also lying on the floor halfway out of the bathroom and halfway into the hallway just staring at me as if to say…”what in the world is going on?” I looked down the other end of the hallway…Briggs was on the floor curled up in the fetal position. What a sight!
Remember when you were sick as a kid? You wanted all the comfort foods, TV, a cozy bed…but most importantly you wanted your Mom. I was so grateful that at the end of the workday my mom arrived. She put me to bed, bathed the babies, and started cleaning up. There is nothing like the comfort of your mother’s presence. Nothing.
Okay…got to get back to Gage. He is watching Scooby Doo with a barf bucket next to him. Thankfully it is just him yacking and I feel like a person again. Today I am grateful for my health and that of my children’s.
I did talk to Tim briefly yesterday. You can imagine how useless he felt! He indicated they have been very busy saving lives. Unfortunately, not everyone makes it. He and his unit have such a difficult yet rewarding job.
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Special thanks to…everyone who has dropped off stuffed animals. Beth for a great dinner at her home. My dear friend, Lisa Barthuly, for the bright, cheery flowers. Elizabeth Rushton for taking Briggs to football practice. Jill Gardner for the girly hand-me-downs. We can use an infusion of princess items in the house next to all of the guns and swords. Judy for taking the girls for a walk. Tracy for getting all of the white foods and disinfectant. Amie for the Pedialite. Alfega for the soup. Our favorite bus driver, Janet, for printing a 7-page glossary of football terms. I now know what a ‘dead ball’ and a ‘touchback’ are.
And…I am not sure how to even thank Edgar and Oscar Kourani. I will just say their act of kindness and generosity is so appreciated. I was overwhelmed. Thank you.
I honestly can’t imagine going through the painful week you have with my two little ones…I truly sympathize with you. However, I was wondering if you would contact me to find out specifics on this event occurring in Cincinnati on Oct. 6th. I’m working on linking up deployed soldiers and their families. I found Tim through a business associate. Please view http://www.TheHeroesFund.org, and email me when you get a chance if you’d like?
Kris Brannock - September 22nd, 2007 at 1:33 pm“Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. Praise the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits- who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases.” Psalm 103:1-3
We are praying for your healing.
Alfega - September 22nd, 2007 at 2:33 pmWith love,
Tim, Alfega, Samantha, and Timmy
Tiff,
God bless you and your children…
Mr. Timothy D. …. green and guns ….As you’ve known, you long ago became my hero…. I love you, your loyalty to your friends, family, duty..and your commitment to your country. I check and read daily your diary of your tour, as do more people than I could possibly lie to you about….. We long for the day that you’re home and safe with your beautiful family, but uneasily accept that we can’t predict that date….I accept your drill and dedication to your job and admire you for it, as do all that have ever shook your hand and looked into your eyes while listening to your conviction. On a lighter note, Mark K. says hey and is doing well (How many people he’s proudly told about you is daily and counting)…Craig C. says he would like another Chicago tour (without the Thai food rendevous, por favour..but all the Duncan Donuts available), For me..I can’t wait for just a hand shake (or lemon shake up) a hug…and your …ha..ha..ha. patented Stoner laugh….Please be careful for yourself and the boys you’ve taken over there..I Know you will….Take Care.
Always have been …..and always will be….your pal…
JP
JP - September 23rd, 2007 at 4:19 amThese are the times when I wish that I was closer. Hang in there. This too shall pass!!
Aunt 9 - September 23rd, 2007 at 4:18 pmOh no! Tiffany, what a nightmare week! I have been close with the kids but never me too. It does get comical. I remember the first time we had all 3 kids vomiting at the same time was the day before we were putting our old house on the market. I had the furniture covered with blankets and the floors paved with towels. The twins were just turned 1 and I was trying to get them to vomit in the toilet. It was nuts. D and I did just have to look at each other and laugh because it was so crazy! Hang it in there girlfriend! Tim, thanks for all you are doing. I know you guys had a rough week. Tell my hubby I love him!
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