How do they do that?

Posted on January 20, 2006
Filed Under Geeeek Stuff

My wife Chris is one of the most squeamish people I’ve ever met in my life. She doesn’t watch any sort of remotely scary movie. She faints at the sight of blood. The list goes on and on…

But, when it comes to protecting her kids, she’s about as tough as they come. When either of our kids gets hurt, she’s right there to take care of them, patch them up and send them on their way. Once she knows the kids are fine she turns in to a pile of Jello. But during the crisis, she’s like a rock. I got a demonstration of that again last night.

It was around 10:30 and we were both sitting at our computers. We were just getting ready to head to bed when we heard one of the kids walking around. It’s our daughter, Blake. She’s on her way to the bathroom. She’s throwing up. As soon as she hears this, my wife springs in to action and heads for Blake’s room. We find that there is a splash zone by the door and her bed looks like she was bunking with Linda Blair. I take one step towards the room and realize I can go no further. I explain to Chris that if I try to help, I’m actually going to make things worse. The smell of vomit will force me to vomit in about 0.00000000012 seconds (rounding up). I just can’t handle it. Chris, on the other hand, dove in like a champ. Took the sheets off the bed, cleaned the floor, washed the bedding and basically held it all together.

As for me… I blew up the air matress so Blake could sleep in our room.

I’m such a trooper. :-/

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