Morning Chunks

The Daught woke me up at 3am a few days ago with a stomach ache that quickly turned into enough vomiting to clog a pipe. Literally.

It was the kind of night where you keep waiting for the grown-up to come help, only to realize you are the mom and the bile that was sprayed like water from a fire hose is now soaking into the carpet, and it’s up to you to pick up the chunks and clean it.

I’m thinking the stains that will not come out (after scrubbing with every product I can think of) are there to remind me that the “hard” days probably aren’t as hard as the night I just experienced.

The Daught is feeling better and is no longer practicing for the lead role of The Exorcist. My Guy and I seem to have avoided the plague but I’m watching him like a ticking time bomb.

I feel like I am the poster-mom of Clorox and Pepcid this week. I may have hated the clean up, but the cuddling has been worth it. I love these two little fruitcakes. “I know you do mom, you cleaned up my chunks and never complained once when you stepped in them.” – The Daught

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