The Flu While Flying Solo

A writing, soul sister who I met on Blogher, jokingly started  this poem by rewriting one of my articles . She chopped out all the flub words from a prose short story. I was swept up in the spirit of revision and kept writing. inerertoldher  writes at thegirls

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I could feel my body relax

As I curled up

In my favourite chair.

1 through 4

Were all tucked in

Hubby had gone out

Alone.

At last.

Smiling to myself

I began to read

Savouring the words,

Enjoying the

quiet.

But, then I heard it.

‘The noise’

You know…

I threw the book

Ran upstairs

To my daughter’s room..

Too late.

Vomit.  Everywhere.

Poor baby.

Cleaned, changed,

Lovingly tucked into my bed.

To the laundry room

Heard it again.

Running…

Too late.

Vomit.  Everywhere.

Poor Baby.

Cleaned, changed

Lovingly tucked into her bed

with the nice clean sheets.

Back to the laundry.

Heard it again

Take three, take four

Vomit. Everywhere.

Mounds of stinking laundry

Meanwhile,

Number littlest, # 4 woke up

Back to the baby…

One step, two step,

Where did he go?

I slipped and almost fell.

Number 4 had found 3 litres of oil

And dumped

ALL of it

He was rolling in oil,

Splashing with glee.

My mouth

Dropped open;

I almost cried

Instead

Hysterical giggles bubbled up

Then gales of laughter.

I leaned against the wall

Slowly sliding

Till I sat

Laughing till my sides ached

Legs stuck straight out

Slippery baby,

Dripping in oil.

Bathed him

Nursed  back to sleep.

Scooped up oil

Washed the floor

Again and again

Husband returned

Slipped

Sent Flying

Arms Flailing

Legs Scrambling

Almost crashing to the floor

“Gee Mel, What happened ?”

I glare.

Throw up my hands and bellow

Aaaaahhhhh!