(I originally titled this post "Puke" but now think the above is more appropriate.)
My husband is at the Cardinal game tonight. I just sent him this:
You are really missing out - Carson just projectile puked the equivalent of 2 milk jugs. This is just as I was about to put him to bed for the night. He soiled all of my clothes down to my underwear, his pjs, and the chair and rug in his room. The rug is actually ruined because of the large orange stain. I had to put Carson back in the tub to clean him up, all while I was half-naked because my clothes were literally dripping of puke and are now in a pile on the floor. And then I had to line the rocking chair with bath towels because the entire seat cushion was covered in barf, and I needed some place to rock our dazed and confused son (after he had barfed up his entire body weight, of course!). Oh, and before I put him in the bath for the second time tonight, I had to run downstairs to make him a Pedialyte bottle....you can trace my steps when you get home. Just follow the barf foot-prints.
Now I'm about to get in the shower because every inch of me SMELLS LIKE PUKE. Who's winning?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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3 comments:
Life of a momma! And of course Nate was at a baseball game. Somehow it always happens when you are alone and daddy is out having fun!
I almost fell off my chair laughing. Certainly not because I think the event was funny, b/c I can just SEE that happening to me, and it would NOT be funny. At all. But because of the spirited way you told Nate the story, using various terms for throwing up.
There's not much I am annoyed by worse than getting a clean and yummy smelling baby out of the bath and having her spit/throw up all over herself and her pj's. :-(
Hope Carson's feeling better today!
Awww...hope everyone in your house is feeling better! And um, Nate OWES you!
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