I was doing so well today. I made pancakes, did the dishes, showered, found a baby-sitter so Josh and I can go catch a movie tonight, and did three loads of laundry. I brought the laundry back up from the laundromat, fed Guy lunch, and put him down for a nap.
Five minutes later I hear crying and "Yuckies!" in a very sad voice. I go in to see Guy standing against the wall in his crib, having thrown up down the side of the crib and the wall. Of course it made its way down to the carpet.
And I just did laundry. Oh, well. What's one more load to fold when I already have three? I just don't feel particularly inclined to hit the laundromat again today. But I don't relish the smell of vomit clinging to my house, either.
Ugh.
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Ain't motherhood grand?! Dad and I are going to the cannery for date night--nothing like tomatoes to fortify a marriage. . . Hope your life is getting less stinky--Mom
Yuck! I had a little boy puking in my sink yesterday. After he'd done it a few times he said, "I feel a lot better now." Yeah...and my sink looks disgusting. Luckily I didn't have to clean it up.
My favorite part of childhood is when the random vomiting stops.
you know me and puke. That kid and everything around him might have been covered in Industrial Orange Stuff in minutes. haha
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