God bless Thomas Crapper...
Posted by Zoe's Dad at Wednesday, April 04, 2007 8:58 PM and is filed under stay at home dad,illness,villagers 
O.K. So he didn't really invent the toilet. That credit is given to some guy named J.F. Brondel. Crapper was responsible for at least 9 various plumbing patents that no doubt make something we take for granted every day not much more than an afterthought. That is, until that little porcelain budda becomes our soul mate.
I never get sick, never. I'm not bragging here just stating a fact. Maybe I had built up enough antibodies with the constant barrage of exposures that come with being an ER nurse that I was rendered immune. Or maybe I never get out of my house and have reduced my exposure threat to practically zero. Whatever the reason, the last 24 hours have just put all that haughty talk to bed.
I am recovering from the bug of all bugs. I suppose those in the medical profession would call it gastroenteritis. I prefer the more politically correct stomach flu. It hit me in the middle of the night. My wife, hit hard by the same bug actually went to the ER. I guess my fate was still in the planning stages and I didn't realize how bad the next few hours were going to be or I probably would have gone with her. The kids were all fast asleep. Surely they'd be fine alone in the house until we got back.
We live in an old house. A really old house. We have a master bathroom, it's just not connected to the master bedroom. In fact, it's on the complete opposite side of the house. It was all I could do to muster the strength to get down that hall. After trip number five in less than two hours, I began researching more convenient options.
A rolled up towel on the floor made the perfect pillow. A bath mat blanket and I was set. My travel time had been cut by 25 paces. At 6:15 am it dawned on me that I was going to have to get Zoë up for school in just a few minutes. No way! I hadn't been able to pry myself from the bathroom floor for the past 2 hours. There was no way I could organize the morning routine and drive her in to school. I crawled back down the hall and back into bed. I told my wife I was going to try and get some sleep and would get Zoë to school later.
Zoë would be devastated. She actually went to bed in her school uniform. We missed all last week for a family obligation and she really loves going to school. She took it much better than I anticipated. She came into the room about 8:00 am and said, "Dad, I'm supposed to be in school." When I told her how Dad was pretty sick and I'd try to get her in to school later she just smiled, gave me a kiss on the nose and went downstairs. God bless her.
There's an old African saying that it takes a village to raise a child. I'd like to thank just a few of the villagers in my life from the past 24 hours:
Our baby sitter, H. She came over to watch the kids so that my wife and I could simply suffer through this bug together and get some much needed rest.
The makers of Jif. It's so easy to use that a 6 year old can make dinner for a family of 5.
Those Crazy Dancing Penguins
. Captivating. Really helpful when you can barely focus.
Nuheat makers of in floor heating products for ceramic tile floors. This is a real plus when making the time saving decision to camp out on the bathroom floor.
Thomas Crapper. Hey, you didn't invent the thing but because of you we surely appreciate how it works.
I never get sick, never. I'm not bragging here just stating a fact. Maybe I had built up enough antibodies with the constant barrage of exposures that come with being an ER nurse that I was rendered immune. Or maybe I never get out of my house and have reduced my exposure threat to practically zero. Whatever the reason, the last 24 hours have just put all that haughty talk to bed.
I am recovering from the bug of all bugs. I suppose those in the medical profession would call it gastroenteritis. I prefer the more politically correct stomach flu. It hit me in the middle of the night. My wife, hit hard by the same bug actually went to the ER. I guess my fate was still in the planning stages and I didn't realize how bad the next few hours were going to be or I probably would have gone with her. The kids were all fast asleep. Surely they'd be fine alone in the house until we got back.
We live in an old house. A really old house. We have a master bathroom, it's just not connected to the master bedroom. In fact, it's on the complete opposite side of the house. It was all I could do to muster the strength to get down that hall. After trip number five in less than two hours, I began researching more convenient options.
A rolled up towel on the floor made the perfect pillow. A bath mat blanket and I was set. My travel time had been cut by 25 paces. At 6:15 am it dawned on me that I was going to have to get Zoë up for school in just a few minutes. No way! I hadn't been able to pry myself from the bathroom floor for the past 2 hours. There was no way I could organize the morning routine and drive her in to school. I crawled back down the hall and back into bed. I told my wife I was going to try and get some sleep and would get Zoë to school later.
Zoë would be devastated. She actually went to bed in her school uniform. We missed all last week for a family obligation and she really loves going to school. She took it much better than I anticipated. She came into the room about 8:00 am and said, "Dad, I'm supposed to be in school." When I told her how Dad was pretty sick and I'd try to get her in to school later she just smiled, gave me a kiss on the nose and went downstairs. God bless her.
There's an old African saying that it takes a village to raise a child. I'd like to thank just a few of the villagers in my life from the past 24 hours:
Our baby sitter, H. She came over to watch the kids so that my wife and I could simply suffer through this bug together and get some much needed rest.
The makers of Jif. It's so easy to use that a 6 year old can make dinner for a family of 5.
Those Crazy Dancing Penguins
. Captivating. Really helpful when you can barely focus.Nuheat makers of in floor heating products for ceramic tile floors. This is a real plus when making the time saving decision to camp out on the bathroom floor.
Thomas Crapper. Hey, you didn't invent the thing but because of you we surely appreciate how it works.
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