The Kardashians Ain't Got Nothing On Us!

Sometimes I feel like I am filming a reality TV show because the things that happen are so ridiculous that it seems like it has to be a scripted moment on one of those shows.  Trust me, we have had more than our fair share of crazy things happen around here.  Just to warn you, if the talk of vomit makes you squeamish, I wouldn't read on!

Just yesterday evening, my son had the stomach flu.  I was in the basement on the computer getting ready to blog when I distinctly heard the sound of someone vomiting, followed by frantic running to the restroom, followed by Anthony yelling, "I need help!".

I run upstairs and snatch my daughter off the floor just as she was about to play in a pile of vomit.  I took her in her room and put her in her crib with a few toys so that I could begin cleanup without having to worry about her playing in it.  When I returned to the living room, I found our dog licking all the vomit up off of the floor.  It was simultaneously seriously gross and kind of nice.  It certainly meant less work for me as I now had less to cleanup.

Then later that evening, after my daughter was in bed and I had returned to the basement, I yet again heard my son vomiting and my husband yelling for help.  When I went upstairs, I found that, although there was a wastebasket right beside them, my son had vomited all over himself, my husband, my son's lovie, the couch, and the floor.  Oh yea, some of it did make it into the wastebasket.  Apparently, there was no warning, just spontaneous projectile vomiting which would explain why most of it didn't end up in the wastebasket. 

So I gathered up all the dirty laundry and took it to the basement to wash it immediately.  After Anthony had put my son to bed, he came downstairs and asked if his cell phone was in his jeans that I had taken.  I yelled, "I hope not!" and bolted into the laundry room.  I guess Anthony didn't expect me to wash the stuff right away, but I didn't want it sitting around.  I flung open the washer door and began searching the nasty vomit water in the washing machine for his cell phone.  Not like it mattered anyway, if it was in there, it was done for.  Fortunately it wasn't in there.  Then I proceeded to scrub my hands and arms down like I was surgeon prepping for surgery.  I'm determined not to get sick!

Sincerely,
The mom who said vomit more time than you probably cared to read!