I was shocked when I signed on today and decided to look at my own blog only to realize that it has been about 2 years since I last posted anything. The kids are getting big and I realize how little time I have for much else, which leads me to today's post.
Last weekend we visited my brother and his wife for a children's birthday party. It was fun being together with family because too often it's only for weddings, baptisms, and funerals. Being a kids party, the number one choice for food was pizza. As usual the question comes down to what do you want on your pizza? Most people, me included, don't like anchovies plus most kids don't like mushrooms or onions. Some kids don't like pepperoni because it is too hot, so it leaves us with sausage and double cheese. My sister-in-law ordered both. I had my share of the cheese pizza on Saturday and then the adults thought that cold pizza was just yummy for breakfast.
Now you are probably wondering where all this is leading. With a long day trip on both Saturday and Sunday I didn't take time to go potty (sorry, but as a mom of a 2+ and a 5+ year old, this is the way I talk). On Monday the double cheese pizza went to work so by Tuesday morning it was some serious enema time. After my husband went to work, my daughter went to preschool, and I had my son over to play with the neighbor's kids, I headed to the bathroom. While my PMS enemas are baking soda, I knew that this needed a bit more so it was Ivory soap and two quarts of warm water. I only managed to take about a quart before I started seriously leaking so I stopped and expelled. It was a good start, but I knew that that double cheese was probably the culprit. I took the second quart and when expelling could tell that I was getting somewhere, but was hardly done. So I did something I had never done before, namely I made myself another full bag of soapy enema. This time I was able to take the whole bag and I tried to hold it as long as I could, but five minutes later it was really cleaning me out. I was tempted to make a third bag, but by this point was exhausted and just put on my robe and took a nice one hour nap.
While I love double cheese pizza and also love a good enema, my one gallon of warm soapy water was a bit more than what my gentle little system could normally take. Next time I'll go easy on the pizza and hopefully future enemas can be limited to a single bag. I haven't had the courage to compare notes with my sister-in-law even though I know she owns and enema bag.