So, the annual stomach virus hit the kids the other day. Per usual, it struck in the dead middle of the night and, of course, the first child didn't make it to the bathroom. She prefers puking on soft surfaces like carpet and mattresses, it's just more comfortable.
Nothing will blow up a marriage like scrubbing vomit out of carpet at 1 AM. It brings out the worst in couples. Or is it just us?
Anyway, after the initial shock, I go into full attack mode. Thus, the vomit pallet. The vomit pallet consists of towels, blankets, more towels, a vomit bowl, phenergan, a water bottle, hand sanitizer, and a clear, lit path to the toilet.
This is the only way to survive.
If I'm lying next to the vomit pallet, I'm able to predict, with pretty good accuracy, when the next episode will hit. The kid will be sleeping pretty soundly and then they will start tossing and turning. Next, they will kick the covers off, and when you hear the first moan it's action time. You wake the kid and start dragging them to the toilet, all the while carrying the vomit bowl carefully under their chin.
It's a delicate dance.
After anywhere from 6-25 more episodes of this, you get your kid back:
To be honest, I don't know which version of Bode is more exhausting.
2 comments:
Gracious! We had it, too! Garrett is finally able to aim into a bucket (Christmas 2013 was a different story). Small victories.
I heard Maddie get sick last night....since her dad was up I pretended to be dead asleep and let him worry about it...although there was still plenty of scrubbing for me to do this am....
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