When you're sliding into home... and your pants are full of foam...

I never thought I'd be using those horrific lines from that horrific childhood rhyme, but it has been a horrific two days. So yea, for all my bragging about street food and not getting sick, it all came down to one little bowl of goat soup. Two nights ago at around midnight, the electricity went out and Montezuma came a calling for his sweet, sweet revenge. The good news is, I never threw up. The bad new is, I spent two days in bed (with a trip to the john every ten minutes) succumbing to completely crippling body aches and abdominal cramps.

The first day, I couldn't lift my body off the mattress, and the bub had to forage for himself out of the refrigerator. When I finally roused the next day, the floor was littered with dozens of juice boxes. He was running on that and probably six hot dogs as those were on the bottom shelf and he could reach them.

Ya'll all know, I try and limit the bub to a half hour of TV every other day, so.... yesterday, the bub watched one hour of Merrie Melodies, two hours of Meerkat Manor and three hours of Sesame Street. Today, he ate up two hours of Meerkat Manor and two hours of Backyardigans. When he wasn't watching TV, he was in the tub, as he has learned to turn the faucets on, use the plug and climb in all by himself. When he wasn't in the tub, the bub was jumping up and down on my head, kneeing my boobs and generally going stir crazy.... jacked up on 100s of grams of fructose and pork intestines.

I felt like such a bad mommy, but what could I do? I was all alone in a foreign country, with no one to call and my guts were literally falling out! Yesterday was the worst day I have ever had with the bub. PERIOD. I really felt bad, as the bub has never thrown up, never had diarrhea, never even had a fever over 100, so he has no basis for comparison. He just wanted Mommy to GET UP, GET UP, GET UP and PLAY.... meanwhile Mommy was waking up in pools of sweat and wishing she would just die.

I have vowed that the bub is going to be eating french fries and hotdogs until we leave. I couldn't imagine that poor dear having to endure the last two days from my perspective. I'll take a hangover/stick-in-the-eye over this any day.