Someone left the oatmeal out.

Someone else saw an opportunity

But it sure beats cleaning up vomit.

You know how in boxing in between rounds they have those guys that squirt the water (or Gatoraide) in the competitor’s mouth.  And they have the other guy who gives the boxer a quick massage with a motivational speech.  I need a couple of those.  Only that squirt bottle needs to have espresso in it.

Last night, at Benjamin’s slumber party, Kyle started throwing up. And four-year olds just throw up right where they are….without warning.  I hustled him off to my bedroom and got him set up with the puke bucket and a Netflix video while Steve ran out for some Ginger Ale. The birthday party guests played some Wii games and then everyone settled down for bed.

But all through the wee hours, me, the toilet, the puke bucket and Clorox had another bonding experience.

And poor Kyle watched every Thomas the Tank Engine video on Netflix at least 3 times.

This scene is getting a little too familiar.

On the menu: Steak Bites, baked potatoes, salad, coconut cream pie, and specialty cookies from Andre’s for the slumber party guests.

Happy Birthday, Benjamin!

Love,

Yer Mom

Got bleach?

Some say this stuff is harsh on the environment.  A caustic agent.  That the fumes are particularly dangerous and can burn your lungs.  All of which is true.

You know what?

The same  could be said of vomit.  

And when our 5 year old wanders into our bathroom at 0130 gagging and retching,  and does NOT  make it to the toilet before chunks spatter all over our bathroom…

This is the only stuff I want.  Immediately.

Especially to wipe off the bottom of my feet since I had to wade through the stuff to haul that poor baby into a nice, warm, clean shower. (Disclaimer- No bleach was used in the showering process)

He’s settling down now. Warm and cozy in his pajamas and taking advantage of our Netflix subscription.

But me and clorox, we’re ready at a moment’s notice…..just in case.

Monday is the day we live out of the van, driving to piano lessons, riding lessons, flute lessons, drum lessons…..The piano teacher lives out in the country, so we pass some really beautiful scenery.

Wuzza