Mommy needs medicine!

So I was sick. Vomit-till-your-eyes-bleed, I’m-pretty-sure-someone-accidentally-or-possibly-on-purpose-parked-their-mack-truck-on-top-of-me sick. In fact, I almost died. SOME might argue that I’m exaggerating and I actually just had a 24 hour stomach bug, but I’m pretty sure I almost died.  During the drama that was the miscellaneous explosions of awesomeness from my gut, my strong willed but still very sensitive little toddler was somewhat taken aback by all the proceedings. Mommy isn’t supposed to throw up in the toilet, or cry, or sit down in a corner to write her own epitaph. It was a bit scary to my sweet little girl, and she tried very hard to comfort me. She stared knowingly at the back of my head as I retched into the toilet, patiently waiting for a break in the noisy proceedings to voice her concerns.

“Mommy spit up?”

“No, honey, mommy’s *gag* throwing up.”

“Take some medicine Mommy! My oatmeal ready now?”

Yes, dear. Let me hold this last bit of yesterday’s hamburger in my mouth while I stir your organic, cinnamon and maple syrup, brand-name, designer oatmeal. No problem, love. No problem at all.