Florence Nightingale To the Rescue

(This post is dedicated to Sarah.)

For anyone who has read one of Sarah's latest blog posts, you will know that approximately one week ago I received a phone call begging for help from that dear daughter telling me she was deathly ill and couldn't take care of Eli and could I basically drop everything I had planned for the day to rush over there and lend a helping hand.

Being the devoted mother/nurse that I am, I hurried over to see how I could be of service caring for the baby and meeting the needs of my ailing daughter.

Little did I know that Sarah was not the only one sick...

As if listening to her retching several times throughout the day wasn't enough to turn even the most steel-stomached person, I soon was cleaning up the messes of her barfing son.

As if that wasn't enough grossity, the little critter started spewing from the other end and that made a whole new disgusting thing for me to deal with...

twice...

all over him...

and all over his bed.

YUCK!!!

My favorite thing Sarah said to me during my duties as nursemaid was when she asked--right after one of her puking episodes--if I felt like I was surrounded by germs.

Yes, my little lady, the answer to that one is a resounding YES!!!!!

And since two days after my day spent generously tending to the sick and afflicted, I have been nothing but sick and afflicted ever since.

Florence, Florence, are you there? Where's my relief????!!????