Thursday, May 17, 2007

the house-cleaning maniac and the silent puker

As you can see by today's title, the last few days have been very interesting.

On Tuesday afternoon, while I was at my English class, my husband cleaned the house. He tidied up the living room, vacuumed, washed the dishes, made dinner, washed a load of laundry and hung it out to dry, gave the girls a bath and did another load of laundry. Yes, he is the house-cleaning maniac, not me. Since Spring Break, my focus has been entirely on Emi and elementary school, Misaki and preschool, Natsuki and her schedule, Sakura and potty-training (more to come on this) and me and my English class. Everyone in the right place, at the right time with the right stuff has been my goal and, with the exception of a few small hiccups, everything has been going very well. To accomplish this goal, I have been doing the minimum amount of work in the house. I'll do laundry only if someone needs something the next day or I'll vacuum if someone is coming over, etc. My husband has been pretty patient during this time but I think on Tuesday he finally snapped and the urge to clean overwhelmed him! The result is a fabulously tidy house which I have been trying to maintain to show how much I appreciate all the hard work but honestly, I don't care. I'm trying to make it through until June when our life will even out (hopefully) and go back to normal.

June. It's getting closer and then I will have no more excuses left. In preparation, I have been making all sorts of goals to help me keep focused.

Personal Goals:
Find some sort of exercise I can do 3 times a week for 30 minutes with Sakura & Natsuki.
Drink 8 glasses of water a day.

Family Goals:
Potty-train Sakura.
Help Natsuki with her crawling.

House Goals:
Fix the tatami in our living room.
Make a safe play area for Natsuki on the floor.
Buy a bed for Chikara and I.

There. I wrote the goals out for the whole world (the Internet world) to see so now I have to do them. There are other things I want to accomplish this year but I decided to break it down into smaller bites so I can remember them. My memory is not what it once was.

On Wednesday, I made spaghetti for dinner, which the girls love, but when I called them for dinner, Misaki said her stomach hurt. When Misaki says this, it could mean anything, so I ran down the list of probably causes. Do you need to go potty? Are you hungry? Do you need to spit-out (throw-up)? She said no to all of them so I told her to try a few bites and see how she felt. An hour later, she was still sitting in front of her bowl and it was still full. That's really unusual for Misaki so I told her she didn't have to eat her food. We were sitting on the floor in front of the couch, I was playing with Natsuki and my back was turned to Misaki. I mean, she was literally right behind me. I heard her say "Mom" in kind of a weak voice and I turned around and there was puke all over the floor. I hadn't heard a thing. Usually there's some sort of retching sound but Misaki, always one to be dainty, puked silently.

As I was cleaning it up, Emi said, "Just looking at Misaki throw up makes me want to throw up, too". I gave her my best Don't-Even-Think-About-It look. Misaki threw up about 10 times during the next four hours. She didn't have a fever and she was pretty upbeat so she must've eaten something that didn't agree with her. Finally around 11pm, she fell asleep on the couch. I moved her to our room so I could be near her if she needed to throw up in the middle of the night. This morning she really wanted to go to school because they were having an open house so I let her go. When I saw her around 10am, she was jumping around so I guess she's doing OK.

Next week, Misaki has a field trip so I have to start thinking about what kind of bento I'm going to make for her. She's not a picky eater so anything will be fine but I want to try to make one that she can be proud of. See here and here if you want to see what I'm talking about.

5 comments:

Trisha said...

Wow! Who made the bentos in the first set of flicker pics?? I was just starring at them with my mouth open. Amazing!!

coarse gold girl said...

And the tadpole in the second set is inspiring! We have oyako ensoku next week. . . last year I made bentos for both of us but noticed that all the other mums had just made one big family bento that they then shared with their child/children. . . so this year that was my plan. . . but the tadpole bento looked so cute! We are flat out frog and tadpole crazy by the way.

I like your list of goals. Good motivation to get things accomplished.

silent puking--amazing the hidden skills kids have. Mine for some bizaare reason adore spewing up ON me. They will wander the house, clutching their stomaches, even holding it in their mouths until they find me and then---ugh, really gross, "here Mom." why? They get SOOOOOO offended when I try to direct them towards a toilet bowl or even a bowl/bag. They look at me with big hurt eyes after using a bowl or bag as though to say, "why couldn't I just spew on you? Don't you love me?" At least the older one (now 9) has outgrown that. But just last week--my youngest had a vomiting bug and tried desperately to get to Mom before loosing her cookies! I mean not just too me, as in I was there, I was crooning to her, I was rubbing her back and she turned her head away from the bowl and spewed on my knees. sigh

Abigail Munday said...

Oh, my gosh! That's hilarious! I know the girl who made the bentos in the Flickr pics. Her name is Jennifer Laycock, from thelactivist.blogspot.com, and she and I have been emailing back and forth about bentos lately! What a small Internet world!

Mom said...

OK, I just have to say that it makes my head hurt to think about making a bento that my children can be proud of. Mickey Mouse pancakes is pretty much my limit...you go girl!

Hannah said...

Xander had the stomach flu a few months ago. He was so miserable but if I was holding him he would turn away from whatever bowl I was holding and puke all over me. I finally had to sit him in his plastic highchair, all grey and shivering, with nothing on but a diaper and a huge metal bowl firmly planted in front of his face. I felt like an awful mom, but I'd already changed his and my clothes three times and we both smelled awful. Luckily it didn't last too long, which is the nice thing about when kids get pukey.