Buckets-o-fun

My son woke just before 3 a.m today. Right in the middle of a big thunder and lightning storm. But the storm didn't wake him. He was sick with some kind of stomach bug. Then a half hour later, my daughter is awake due to a bad dream and crawls into bed with us. Another half hour later, my son is up for round two.

Then at 7:00 a.m., I am jarred awake from a restless slumber by my wife asking my daughter, "Why couldn't you have used the garbage can instead of the floor?" Hmmm, I guess I am on clean up detail. You see my wife has a weak tolerance of this sort of thing. If she witnesses someone being sick, or gets a whiff of that smell, she is going to be gagging right beside them. So the clean-up detail and care giving duties are always mine in this situation.

So my little ones are curled up on the couch watching TV each with a bucket nearby. There have been numerous verses of the bucket-hugging song. My wife is at work. I'm just hanging around for the next verse (same as the first).

But interestingly, chances are that my wife will be the one to catch the bug going around while somehow it passes me by. I recall my mother rarely got ill even when the rest of the house was in the throws of a barf-o-ramma. The bugs just passed her by. This makes me wonder if there is something in a person who must provide care for a sick person that kicks into overdrive and battles flu bugs better than someone who doesn't.

Of course, now that I have written this down, I am destined to be "bucket bound" in the near future.