Food Poisoning?

Well, we are not positive it was food poisoning, but the odds are likely. I must say, I am so glad that Josh and I were sick together. Knowing we were miserable together made it less miserable. Sunday night Josh and I both started feeling queezy, and by midnight Josh was throwing up while I covered my ears and tried to get Asher to sleep. At 2am Josh rolled out of bed and bolted for the bathroom again. I sat up in bed and felt my stomach churn, but I thought for sure it wouldn't happen. I have only thrown up once that I can remember. About twenty minutes later I started feeling it, and I completely panicked.

Kimber: "Josh I really don't feel good."

Josh: "It's ok. You'll feel better after you throw up."

Kimber: "How do I do it?"

Josh: "You hug the toilet and hold on tight!"

Kimber: "I'm scared!"

Josh: "You can do it!"

Kimber: "I don't know how!"

Josh: "Just grab the toilet!"

And then it happened. For about five minutes. (I might be exaggerating a little bit.) Instead of following Josh's instructions I turned my head to the tub instead, and with every in between breath I caught I screamed "Josh, I am scared!" while he tried to hide from the noise outside the bathroom door. Finally, he couldn't handle the sound anymore and came rushing in.

I warned, "Josh, do not look in the tub."

Naturally, Josh looked in the tub and instantly hurled to his knees while I ran and hid outside the door. It almost seemed choreographed.

And it is a lot funnier now than it was at the time.