I would love to write about what happened when Hubby and I had our counseling appointment on Friday, but since then, I've been up to my eyeballs in vomit. Not mine, happily...but vomit is vomit. And when it's caked into carseats and spewed all over the carpet and it's already hit two kids and your waiting for it to hit the third, it's not good. Since Friday, I have done NO LESS than 15 loads of laundry as a result of said vomit...and I've learned this: women are stronger than men and it has NOTHING to do with how we are raised. It is in our freakin' DNA. Butterfly would throw up in the toilet, or if she couldn't get there in time, in the basin that I gave her and then calmly bring it to me and ask me to clean it up for her. Spider, on the other hand...her TWIN brother, throws up all over the place and is typically screaming at me, while vomiting, "Stop making me throw up!! This is your fault!" Really? Is it really my fault? Cause yeah, I'm having a blast over here!
OMG! I know that's not supposed to be funny, but because I can hear how it would sound coming out of your mouth, I had to laugh!
I hope it gets better soon. Thinking of you and the kiddos. Call if you need something or if you ever get a break!
Posted by: ~S | January 25, 2010 at 06:53 PM
I have to admit, I chuckled too.
Poor little guys! Hope you're all good as new soon!
Posted by: JessPond | January 25, 2010 at 07:40 PM
Oh no, oh no, oh no. Hope the vomiting ends soon.
Posted by: Alexicographer | January 28, 2010 at 12:50 PM