We had just returned from vacation, and Kenna was complaining that her stomach hurt. That night, Blair did a wonderful thing for me. He did ALL the laundry from our 10-day family vacation. Of course, he dumped it all at the foot of the bed for me to fold later, but HEY! clean wrinkled clothes are a heck of a lot better than dirty wrinkled clothes. I sure didn't complain.

Later that night, Kenna woke up in the middle of the night and threw up. Fortunately, I've developed the uncanny foresight of a seasoned mom and when she woke up, I ran for a towel and caught it all. No harm, no foul.

The rest of the night passed without a single hitch. She woke up feeling much better and I woke up with piles of laundry to fold. Blair was busy with other stuff, however, because later that day he had to fly out to London on business. He was packing. I was folding. And before I knew it, he had to leave for the airport.

That's when the poop hit the fan.

Isn't that always how it happens? Everything is fine and well UNTIL hubby leaves town...

No sooner did he call me from the airport when Korben told me that his tummy was hurting. I put him on the sofa with pillow and a blanket and turned on the television. Then I went upstairs to finish folding the laundry. I got it all done and went to put the stacks in the kids' rooms. When I walked in the boys' room, I noticed that Kyler had (once again) left his side of the room a total mess. His school books and homework was scattered across the floor and he had left his suitcase wide open without even taking the effort to unpack (which I had told him to do that morning).

I hollered for Kyler to come upstairs and clean up his mess and then went to go make some dinner. Meanwhile, Korben had gone upstairs because he wanted to lay down in his bed. Katie helped him to get all snuggled in (what a sweet sister!).

It wasn't ten minutes later when I heard Katie yell, "Mama, Korben's throwing up!" I ran upstairs and Korben had not only puked all over his pillow and his bed, but all over the clean, folded stacks of clothes that I had put in his room AND all over Kyler's schoolbooks, his homework, and the inside of his unpacked suitcase!!

I helped Korben get in the shower while Katie ran to get some cleaner and a roll of paper towels. I also yelled downstairs for Kyler to come upstairs and help me clean up.

So, there we were. Korben was in the shower. I was pulling the linens off his bed. And Kyler was gagging and screaming as he wiped down his binder, suitcase, and other items that I can't even recall at the moment. It was a mess! A horrible, hilarious mess! Kyler was pitching a fit about cleaning up the vomit that was all over HIS side of the room, while I was laughing so hard at his demise that tears were rolling down my cheeks. I kept on muttering something about, "I guess this will teach you to leave your room messy..." while Kyler was trying to hold his breath. Ahhh, these are the moments moms live for. Okay, I may have a ton of laundry to do, but it was one of those moments that will definitely go down in Keeley history. It was worth it.

I also have a feeling Kyler is going to be much neater in the future.

But can anyone tell me WHY IT ALWAYS HAPPENS WHEN HUBBY LEAVES TOWN?????

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yatesj16 says

We call this Murphy's Law for Military Wives...My husband is in the Army and it never fails that when Donnie's deployed, kids get sick, in hospital, animals die, and washing machines break..

Remember we have a whole year to 15 months to deal with it. Just to put it into perspective.

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You have the best attitude! Those stomach bugs are rough. I remember when 4 out of 5 little ones were getting sick all over the house, I was sick and pregnant too, the laundry room was so piled up the door would not shut, and it was my husband's busiest time of the year at work so he could not be here, plus I really did not want him to catch it either. It was yucky and hard, but like you said, it is all worth it, and the kids will remember all the love and attention. Still hate the rotavirus though! LOL

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catgreg says

My husband travels about 1 X per couple of months. I ended up in the ER with a gall stone once when he was out of town, my 2 week old daughter ended up in the ER with 102.5 fever, my son got the chicken pox....the list is seemingly endless in my brain. We don't even like to say out loud that he is going out of town!

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lafantasma says

I guess every family has a funny puke story. I remember when I was little my mom insisted I take some pepto-bismo even thought I kept telling her I would definitely throw it right back up. I took it anyway, and sure enough, I threw up on the kitchen floor. Before my mom had a chance to clean it up, my brother came running through and slipped and fell in it and slid right into the dining room table. I am laughing to myself right now as I type this. He wasn't hurt, but this story makes me laugh. I guess I am one evil little sister for still finding that funny. . .

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lafantasma - your story reminded me about when I was young. My mom worked in a large family clinic. One day she was called to come get me from school and she had no where to take me but back to work until her shift finished. She told me to take children's chewable meds for my fever but I told her I would throw them up again - and I did. All over her desk and her paperwork and the paperwork of her co-workers. Taught me a valuable lesson. If your kids tell you something will make them throw up - only make them do it near a toilet! lol

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