Serves Me Right For Asking

**WARNING! This story contains graphic information that may be inappropriate for readers with weak stomachs** (Don't say I didn't warn ya!!)

UGH!!

Today has been a rough day. Yesterday was too. Evan is sick. AGAIN! I can't believe it. I swear he has been sick more often the past couple months than he has been healthy! Give me a freakin break!

He has been running a fever now for a few days. He's had a little bit of a runny nose. The snot hasn't really been all that bad though....except when he sneezes. Every time he sneezes a huge rocket of snot comes shooting out of his nose and, never fail, seems to splat in a big wad all over the jeans I am wearing. Ick.

I took him to the doctor. He has a sinus infection. Poor kid. I hate sinus infections. They put him on an antibiotic. I know antibiotics are good and all, but I HATE it when any of my littles have to go on them. Not just because I think they tend to over medicate children and give them antibiotics (among other drugs)that aren't needed and so there are now these super germs that have become resistant to antibiotics, either. It's because every time...and I mean EVERY time....not most of the time or every once in a while but EVERY SINGLE TIME one of my children get put on an antibiotic they get the runs!! You know.... the trots, flux, dysentery, hershey quirts, diarrhea...whatever you call it.

So, I have now spent the last 24 hours listening for Evan to make that noise. The high pitched "you had better come running, scoop me up, sprint me into the bathroom, fling off anything I have on the bottom half of my body and throw me onto the toilet OR you are gonna be cleaning up one big, nasty mess" squeal. I think my thigh muscles have gotten more of a workout int he past 24 hours than they have in the last 2 years.

Earlier I heard him call for me. I asked if he had to go to the bathroom.
"Yes mama. I gotta go" he said as he pointed in the general direction of the bathroom. I scooped him up and ran him in, tossing him in the general direction of the toilet.
Once I had him in position I asked "So, are you just going peepee? Or are you going poopy?"
"Just poopy" he said happily.
Wheh! I was so relieved. So, I left the bathroom and went on with whatever it was I was doing. Something extremely important, I am sure. About 3 minutes later I heard him calling me. I went in.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I need you to wipe me" he said.
"I thought you were just going pee." Once I had taken two steps into the bathroom the smell alerted me to the fact that indeed, he would need wiped.
"I did just pee! I just peed out my butt!!"

Serves me right for asking.

So, here he is, super cute as always. I wish I still looked this cute when I was sick and still in my Buzz Lightyear pajamas at 3 in the afternoon.