*DO NOT READ THIS POST IF YOU HAVE AN EXTREMELY WEAK STOMACH & GET ILL TO THE WORD VOMIT*
There is one thing that I cannot stand/tolerate as a parent. I am sure a lot of you are the exact same way too. It's the one lonely thing. Vomit. Yes, puke, upchuck or whatever you want to call it. It's the one thing that I have no stomach for.
When the boys woke up this morning, they came into my room, as they do on most mornings. Everything seemed fine & dandy. Mack's face had "dirt" on it, but I used a wipe and cleaned his face. When Quentin woke up, I went to his room to get him and got a whiff of something horrible. Nope, not in the baby's room. No dirty diaper (except the usual pee bomb of a diaper the morning brings). Told the hubby that I think I still smelled his middle of the night illness, but it was in the hallway, how odd. He went to the kitchen to get something and when he returned, he said the same thing.
And then, I discovered what it was. I went to the boys' room to get their change of clothing for the day. I walked into their room and immediately saw Mack's bed and had to walk back out. Mack was sick too - and vomited in his bed. Sigh.
So the "dirt" on Mack's face wasn't "dirt" after all. It was maybe last night's dinner?
Vaporub up my nose by the chunks, and wore a bandanna over my nose/mouth and grab my rubber gloves, in order to go back into the boys room. (The Vicks thing, actually worked, all I smelled with the menthol scent from the Vicks). I quickly stripped Mack's bed and ran to the laundry room and shove everything into the washing machine. I febreezed the boys' room as we weren't home today and I didn't want to leave the windows open. It took 3 times in the washing machine to clean his sheets, comforter and whatever else was in his bed. One book got ruined, as it was in his bed and made it in to the wash. Oops.
Mack seemed fine enough to not tell us his was sick. Not even sure if he was sick in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning. Jamie thinks that it might have been something that he & Mack ate yesterday. Sean & I were both fine. Not too sure what happened there. Mack was fine during his morning swimming lessons & was fine enough to go see a movie this afternoon (I treated the boys to a movie - more about that tomorrow).
So yes, there you have it. The one thing that I cannot tolerate as a parent. It's the one part of parenting I dread. I'll take all the poopy diapers in the world (not all at once, okay?), over vomit. Any day. Another reason why we won't be getting a dog, ever. I can deal with poop in a diaper, but cannot for the life of me clean it up off the ground. Same reaction as my child being sick in his bed. And if we ever get a dog, it won't be me cleaning up after it goes to the bathroom.
Not for me. No thank you. The joys of motherhood.