This trashcan from IKEA and I have been through a lot together. It was purchased on a whim sometime in the early 2000s, unaware of its destiny.
Old Faithful's destiny was realized in 2008 when I became pregnant with Linus. It was my near constant for companion for 9 months. I suffered morning sickness 24 hours a day from 6 weeks pregnant to the last bitter push of labor. It was with me when I scared Dave half to death, vomiting in bed at 2 am. It came on car rides. I came to know its inner rings quite intimately.
Old Faithful got a brief reprieve before the next pregnancy. Despite morning sickness not quite as severe, he rendered services frequently and without judgement. Two years after that, Old Faithful answered the call once more.
Old Faithful's main service as a vomit receptacle came to an end with the birth of Robin. Pulled out of retirement for occasionally sickness, Old Faithful found a new home beside Linus' bed as a trashbasket.
Until this past weekend......
Saturday started out lovely. I took Robin and Eileen to swim lessons. Linus and Dave went to the Pinewood Derby. As swim lessons ended, I began to feel less than awesome. Over the course of the 5 minute drive home, things became touch and go. And then just go.
I alerted Dave to the fact that my body had become a volcano. He texted back he wasn't feeling so hot. And then began many many hours of fevers and violent illness. The kids have never enjoyed so much screen time in their lives. I was reminded of the old Hallmark Hall of Fame version of The Secret Garden when everyone is dying of cholera.
Amazon Now saved the day. With the touch of a few simple buttons on his phone, Amazon delivered Gatorade and Wheat Thins in less than an hour. God bless technology.
Dave and I were still in illness moving towards recovery yesterday. Today I think we are just plain tired. I am happy to report that Old Faithful is now safely back next to Linus' bed. The weekend was a less than pleasant reminder of how much I hate being pregnant.
Farewell old friend. May the road rise up to meet you....instead of me.
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