Living in the Bathroom
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“Give me a hug,” Mary said, as Nathan and Isaiah left for work and school one clear, cold morning in January.
Mary felt like she spent most of her time living in the bathroom these days, either throwing up, or cleaning up. She was hoping during the second trimester, being pregnant with twins would be easier.
Isaiah brought a friend, Elsa, home from school. Elsa was a couple of years younger, but he had been lonely and wanting to have company, and her mom and Mary were able to work out a time for her to visit.
The kids played make believe for a while, and then Isaiah tried to talk Elsa into watching a movie, Simder, about a dog who finally returns home after travelling the world.
Before the movie was over, Elsa had to leave, and Mary laid down to keep Isaiah company and get a nap in before dinner.
It was Isaiah’s favorite movie. He really wanted a dog, but mom said that with two baby sisters on the way, it wasn’t a good idea.
In the middle of the night on Friday night, Isaiah woke, afraid of monsters in his room. He went and woke up his parents.
But Mary threw on a sweater and then ran straight to the toilet, to throw up. Nathan came into the bathroom to clean up and help her.
“I’ll make some eggs,” he said, after he washed his hands.
Mary had to lay down for a while. After eating the eggs, she took Isaiah to his room to try to get him back to sleep. It worried her that Isaiah had started having these kind of night terrors, at his age.
“Tell me what’s bothering you,” she said to Isaiah. “There’s no monster here, sweetie.”
Isaiah said that kids at school were talking about the clowns. Mary looked at Nathan desperately, for guidance. He looked back at her, clueless.
“The clowns,” Isaiah said. “They steal kids. A kid even brought a knife to school to protect himself from the clowns.”
Nathan and Mary felt like they’d entered an alternate reality.
“Mom, they’re real,” Isaiah said. “They’re on Facebook. They tell kids to come into the woods and then they take them away.”
“There’ve been clown sightings in several states,” Nathan added, as he perused his phone. “But none here.”
Mary told Isaiah that they were safe here. She said she thought the clown situation was blown way out of proportion by social media. “There may have been one or two people dressed as clowns scaring kids,” she said, “but then it became like a fad or an urban myth. Anyway, you know not to talk to people you don’t know, and to get away from them as quick as you can, right?”
“Yuki told me her brother said he saw a clown the other day,” Isaiah said.
“Yuki’s brother lives in Fort Strange,” Mary said. “That’s a long way away. Besides, how does she know he was a clown with ill intentions?”
Mary and Nathan finally felt that Isaiah was reassured and had a bit more perspective on the clown situation. It was nearly dawn.
“May I play in the nursery closet?” Isaiah asked.
“I’m not too sleepy right now,” Mary said, flirting with Nathan as they returned to bed. “Or nauseous.”
Later that morning, Nathan asked Mary how she was feeling.
“I thought we could all use an outing,” he said. “What do you think?”
“I’m feeling pretty good,” she said.
The family caught the ferry and drove into Port Prominence. They left the car in a commuter lot and took the light rail to the Central Park, to see the new aquarium.
Isaiah went a little ahead of his parents, since he wasn’t as interested to read all the exhibits.
Soon he backtracked, checking in with his mom.
“Mom, are you ok? You look like you’re about to puke,” he said.
“Where’s your dad?” she asked, after hugging him. Seeing Nathan around the corner, she dashed to the nearest bathroom.
“Hey, check this out,” Nathan said, leading Isaiah to an exhibit about underwater exploration.
Mary returned to find them pretty engrossed with the video presentation.
“Let’s get some ice cream,” she said.
They were all situated with their ice cream order. Mary started to feel sick again.
“Excuse me,” she said, as she dashed off.
“Is mom going to be ok?” Isaiah asked.
“Definitely,” Nathan said. “So maybe we should talk about sex,” he added, “You’re twelve now.”
Mary came back, and asked if they minded getting some hamburgers at a nearby stand. Nathan and Isaiah both looked overly relieved to get a change of scenery, and Mary felt like she must have missed something while she was in the bathroom.
She had better luck with keeping the burger down. It was a beautiful afternoon.
But they soon realized, it was probably later than they should have stayed in the city. By the time they got to the light rail station, which was several blocks from the park, it was dark.
The train pulled in, and they hopped on, thankful to sit down for a bit.
When they finally pulled into the driveway it was after ten. It was really good to be home again.
- Did anyone else hear about the clowns, back in Fall 2016? The 12-year-old kids at my school were scared of the clowns, and a kid from a neighboring school was showing my students a weapon (sharp scissors) she brought to school to protect herself from clowns while they waited together at the bus stop. When Isaiah was scared of the monster under the bed, I wanted to write it in, but it seemed a little weird for a kid his age to be afraid of actual monsters under the bed (and wake up his parents).
- Not a lot happened here, but since I hadn’t done a full update on the Gavigans, I decided to post about them here instead of only on Tumblr.
- The main reason the play session was so uneventful was because I started using the Emotional Inertia mod by roBurky, and it was amazing how much more challenging (& fun) the game was, and how much less I could accomplish, goal-wise or story-wise. The main impact of the mod was on Isaiah, after he was scared of the monster, he continued to be stressed for longer. I also put the Simulation Lag Fix in the game (by SimmytheSim) and it not only fixed the lag I was having, it also made autonomy much more prevalent. So Isaiah kept asking his parents to come to his room to help with the monster, but they kept doing whatever autonomous actions were in their queue (vomiting, cleaning the bathroom, fixing eggs, Mary went back to sleep, then ate). It took hours for them to respond to Isaiah because they had their own agendas. Before the fix, the sims weren’t really doing very much autonomously and I think it’s because the autonomous actions were going in the same queue with everything else and getting cancelled out.
- The house is Gizky’s Hyperreal Colonial Home. This creator has got a ton of gorgeous houses of all kinds on her Gallery page. I redecorated the girls’ room as a nursery for the twins, due in June 606.