My family is a farm-family. We drink water from our farm well. This means 2 things.
- We never get sick.
- Our water smells really bad
Nate’s family is apparently NOT a farm family. And Nate gets sick. Like, throwing-up-for-no-particular-reason sick. And it’s gross.
When I was cleaning up barf last December I remember hoping for at least a few years until I would have to do it again. No such luck.
Poor Nate. His first exams are tomorrow and he spent the whole evening in the bathroom.
(And I spent the whole evening double-bleaching a bathtub that was covered in explosive ‘sick’. (Don’t ask why the bathtub was where the ‘sick’ ended up.) Gross-ness.)
Luckily he spent the 8 hours prior to getting sick studying. He’s back up in his office now, trying to focus on tomorrow’s big tests. And though I’m sorry he’s not feeling well, he is NOT allowed to go ANYWHERE without the bucket I gave him after the last ‘episode’.
Happy Labor Day! (hopefully yours was at LEAST as awesome as ours! and hopefully yours included a picnic….)