Where are the Poop Flinging Monkey’s When You Need Them……

Last night……..OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH last night.

You only wish that you coulda had “HALF” the fun that we did last night.

So, last night Jon and I watched a movie that I think my littlest brother would like, BUT he’s probably already seen it. Chris?? You seen Nick & Nora’s Infinate Playlist, yet? The whole indie music scene is right up his alley. You should ask him about his cuh-ray-zee music collection – seriously insane, people, SERIOUSLY!

Anyhoo….we watched the movie (It was a little young for us – we are such geezers now), and started it early as we wanted to get to bed early cause we had an early start to the day today. Managed to make it to sleep by 11:30pm. Not early enough, by our standards…..

Anyway, in the middle of the night Jeremy comes into our room clutching his stomach and crying hysterically. It was one of those moments where you go from dead asleep to wide awake with a serious shot of adrenaline in .001 seconds. Not a nice way to wake up at all. He’s crying about how bad his stomach is hurting and how he needs to go to the hospital and how he can’t move or breathe or cry or anything, except that he’s writhing all over the place, breathing at about 1000 miles an hour and, like I said before, crying hysterically.

We’ve been down this road before and even took him to the hospital. We ended up with blood tests, and x-rays and all sorts of fun over a 4 hour period and in the end, the nice doctor even showed us the x-ray and mentioned that the poor kid just needed to “release” a little and he’d be fine.

So, we figured that this was the same situation.

And we were right…..well, if it wasn’t poop, then it was gas, but regardless – it was not worth a hospital visit.

And so,

1) 2 hours,
2) 3 supppositories (oh yah, baby…you try inserting one of those suckers into an 8 year old….not only that, but an 8 year old who is freaking out and screaming and doesn’t understand the concept of just holding “it” all together for 15 – 20 minutes and well……it took 3 tries to be able to wait long enough for the desired effect to take place.)
3) 3 large glasses of water
4) 4 trips to the toilet
5) 3 large belches and
6) 2 nasty farts

….all of that lead us to “the mother load”, which in turn lead us all into being able to go back to bed and to finally getting to sleep.

After all of that, it was only 3:30am…..Jeremy had come into us around 1:30am…we’d only been sleeping for 2 hours when he came in crying.

So, when the alarm went off at 5:45am, I cried. The End!

ps. It’s been a very tired day, today! To say the least……

Author: Patricia Culley

I'm the ringmaster of my own circus. Just trying to stay one step ahead of the monkeys. View all posts by Patricia Culley