Summer Part 2

Part 2 of a very busy summer was this...whenever a certain blond would head to take a shower (by herself, locked away for a couple of hours...or at least it seems like it) a certain little boy would starting crying hysterically for no reason. The first time I was completely caught off guard. We were at Rock Lake camp and I was in our room with the boys while Ang was in the shower. Kent started to cry inconsolably. Now this was not just a tired cry or I want your attention cry. This was a true cry that started just out of the blue. While I picked him up to console this crying child I soon learned what was disturbing his little world. You see what was disturbing his little world was soon disturbing my world. For I had a little boy barfing a puddle or more like a little lake in my lap. Of course I yelled for Connor to go get his mother but there was no way he was going to go to the women's bathroom...and there I sat trying to calm a barfing child and to sop up little Lake Michigan on my lap. The only consolation that I got out of any of this was the waves that crashed off my lap splashed onto a certain blond's side of the bed. You see when she returned she had very little sympathy for what I had to endure. A couple of weeks later while we were in Kingston at her cousin Joe's house my wife once again left for her shower. I was again left with both boys and again Kent out of the blue started crying hysterically. This time I knew what was coming and that I did not have much time. Like any great Olympian doing the hurdling I quickly leaped over bed and suitcases and grabbed up the crying child. Realizing that I had nothing to catch what I knew was soon to be erupting and that we had to sleep in this room I did what I had to do. I turned the child toward me put my knees together and prepared myself for what was coming........and like Old Faithful it came. Again I found another Great Lake on my lap and once again a wife who was less than sympathetic to my situation. From that point forward I refused to let her take a shower and if she did she had to take Mr Barfy with her. And I thought that vacations were suppose to be fun and relaxing.