So. Freakin’. Disgusting.
And you can almost never get rid of that SMELL!
Or predict when it will happen.
Worst of all is when your kid vomits all over you.
Don’t they know you throw up in the toilet??
I had given a bath, read stories, brushed teeth, prayed, sang and tucked the girl in.
Tucked in the boy too.
Was hoping to relax with my Kindle.
She starts fussing and daddie goes in, she’s refusing to go back to bed.
The girl’s brought to me and I try singing again.
But the second I say ‘night night’ and go to tuck in she’s screaming.
And then she gags.
And tosses those cookies right down the middle of the two of us.
How we made it to the bathroom without getting any on the carpet I don’t know, but I’m thankful for that at least.
While us girls cleaned up in the shower daddie cleaned up all the vomit on the anthropomorphic floor and got our loathes in the wash.
Thank God for daddie.
He does ok with throw up.
I do poop, he does vomit.
Now the girl and I are snuggling in my bed watching her lullaby DVD.
Her hair still smells like vomit, but she is precious so surprisingly, I don’t care.
She is sipping on 7UP.
I am blogging.
Cherishing the unexpected time snuggling my little princess.