Having my 15 year-old babysitter compliment me on my 1.) sweater dress, 2.) boots and 3.) earrings. Either I am crazy cool OR it is crazy clear that I shop in the teen section. Still, a compliment is a compliment.
Worst Part of the Day-
A tie in the vastly fun world of GI distress:
1.) Liam had a yummy diarrhea incident in the bath this morning (with Scarlet in it.) Scarlet screeched as loud as I have heard and bee lined out of there as Little L. stood naked crying--somehow feeling the yicky emotional shame of involuntarily pooping in a bath and the physical cramping of diarrhea. Poor dude. (Fun clean up.)
2.) On the way home from a 3 year-old B-day party this evening, Scarlet threw up 3 buckets full (not in honor of the B-day girl) in the back seat of the car. Vomitus was splattered all over her brand spanking new winter coat, scarf, mittens and shoes as well as her and Liam's goody bags from the party (and just EVERYWHERE.) This was an extra non-fun clean up.
The car exiting process went like this: I carried a crying, pukey/soiled girl out of the car and plopped her in the bathroom while I ran a bubbly in the freshly scrubbed bathtub. I ran back down to get the crying boy from the car, quick changed him into jammies and put him down. I ran back to the car to spray it down with cleaner and ran back up to check on sick girl. I then lugged heavy as hell vacuum to the garage and scraped and cleaned in 20 degrees while my wet disgusting hands did what needed to be done--all while I had to go to the bathroom and really just wanted to be in flannel pj's on the couch. See? Non-fun.
1 comment:
OH MY!!! That sucks, sucks, SUCKS. Hopefully you had a chance to air out the car. Ugh. Poor Scar and Liam. (but mostly poor mamameg)
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