Right before bed last night, we had a really romantic conversation that went like this:
Phil: Hun, let's try to get a good sleep tonight and hopefully by tomorrow morning all of my girls will be feeling better! Should we get up at the usual time, have coffee and watch shows before the girls wake up?
Me: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That sounds so nice! Let's do that!
So I lay in bed with the sweetest dreams of a calm morning with Phil, well-earned after another week from Bad-Comedy-Ville. Another week that involved a trip to the hospital (Nory broke out in a fever rash), a new addition to the Parkinson Family Germ Club (that would be me, with a nasty cold!), and additonal sleepless nights brought on by the never-ending illnesses acquired by both daughters last week.
So I was sweet dreaming. Of two sleeping beauties, actually sleeping and finally healthy. Of waking up with a voice that sounds normal and a mucous level to match. Of an "early morning date" with our Family Superhero, the man who took care of us all while staying miraculously healthy himself....
But, then I awoke.
At around one in the morning.
To a noise that I pretended REALLY HARD was in my head rather than in my actual house.
But................nope.
It was FOR REAL and it was Phil vomiting violently in the bathroom.
You read that right.
For kicks, the writers of this tireless episode decided to include a FOOD POISONING stint to finish things off.
Jet also woke up to the sounds of Phil's Grande-O Stomach Rebellion and decided it was PRIME practice-rolling-over time. Because, you know, she's at that fine stage where she's ROLLING OVER OBSESSED and every waking second of the day she's perfecting her new-found skills. The stage where, rather than celebrating the feat she's accomplished, she grunts with frustration about being "stuck" in a new position. A marvel stage, indeed. It was a good 1.5 hours of roll, grunt, return, repeat. And, funnily enough, Phil was doing a similar thing on the bathroom floor! #twinees
You're welcome to stay tuned for next week's episode of PARKINSON FAMILY vs. THINGS THAT MAKE PEOPLE SICK! It's edge of your seat type of stuff. Whoever will be next?
P.S. In more AWESOME news, I also dreamed about hanging out with Taylor Swift. We went puddle jumping with some of her pals and then made our way - VIP - to a Pink concert.
P.P.S. Nothing can be worse than Delhi belly. Kuwait belly is sure to be a breeze in comparison! Times are LOOKING UP, my friends ;)
P.P.P.S. Every Friday morning, no matter what life throws our way, I seek comfort in the fact that Olivia Pope is merely a download away.
Phil: Hun, let's try to get a good sleep tonight and hopefully by tomorrow morning all of my girls will be feeling better! Should we get up at the usual time, have coffee and watch shows before the girls wake up?
Me: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That sounds so nice! Let's do that!
So I lay in bed with the sweetest dreams of a calm morning with Phil, well-earned after another week from Bad-Comedy-Ville. Another week that involved a trip to the hospital (Nory broke out in a fever rash), a new addition to the Parkinson Family Germ Club (that would be me, with a nasty cold!), and additonal sleepless nights brought on by the never-ending illnesses acquired by both daughters last week.
So I was sweet dreaming. Of two sleeping beauties, actually sleeping and finally healthy. Of waking up with a voice that sounds normal and a mucous level to match. Of an "early morning date" with our Family Superhero, the man who took care of us all while staying miraculously healthy himself....
But, then I awoke.
At around one in the morning.
To a noise that I pretended REALLY HARD was in my head rather than in my actual house.
But................nope.
It was FOR REAL and it was Phil vomiting violently in the bathroom.
You read that right.
For kicks, the writers of this tireless episode decided to include a FOOD POISONING stint to finish things off.
OY!!!! HA!!!!! WHAT?!!!!
Jet also woke up to the sounds of Phil's Grande-O Stomach Rebellion and decided it was PRIME practice-rolling-over time. Because, you know, she's at that fine stage where she's ROLLING OVER OBSESSED and every waking second of the day she's perfecting her new-found skills. The stage where, rather than celebrating the feat she's accomplished, she grunts with frustration about being "stuck" in a new position. A marvel stage, indeed. It was a good 1.5 hours of roll, grunt, return, repeat. And, funnily enough, Phil was doing a similar thing on the bathroom floor! #twinees
You're welcome to stay tuned for next week's episode of PARKINSON FAMILY vs. THINGS THAT MAKE PEOPLE SICK! It's edge of your seat type of stuff. Whoever will be next?
Mwaaaa haaa haaa!!!!!!!!!!!
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| Since Phil was out of commission, Juliet joined me on an early morning date :) A picnic style coffee gulp! |
P.S. In more AWESOME news, I also dreamed about hanging out with Taylor Swift. We went puddle jumping with some of her pals and then made our way - VIP - to a Pink concert.
P.P.S. Nothing can be worse than Delhi belly. Kuwait belly is sure to be a breeze in comparison! Times are LOOKING UP, my friends ;)
P.P.P.S. Every Friday morning, no matter what life throws our way, I seek comfort in the fact that Olivia Pope is merely a download away.
The charming best friend.
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