Last night it was was my turn to offer deep, prolonged, personal sacrifice to the Porceline God, after nursing my daughter through it the night before. In case it's been awhile, I must remind, that a certain coordination is required when one goes at this activity full tilt.
At the peak of my projectilepassions, the electricity went out.
Flashlights, candles, a family huddled around the fireplace for warmth;
making shaddow puppets,
and a really fun game with the whole family aiming thier flashlights for me each time I ran for the bathroom.
The juice came back on about three hours later. Dad and kids went off to bed. I stayed on the couch.
In the morning, I found my daughter sleeping on the floor next to me. She snuck out of bed with blanket and pillow because she felt that she should be near, to take care of me.
She put her hand on my forehead, gave me a cup of ice and said "Its almost over mommy. Tommorow your stomach will hurt, but you wont get sick any more. Here drink this."
"Thanks Doc." I replied with love and respect.
My son bounded down the stairs. "That was FUN in the dark last night! Can we do it again?"