You might not want to read this if you don't have kids....
Last night Sam went to bed quietly and with minimal protest, something we saw as a nice change of pace. As we were going to bed later, Sam sat up, started to cry and threw up all over himself and the bed. This sets in motion the usual round of nighttime hell. Bath, clean bedding, getting the washing machine going, covering all accessible bed areas with protective towels, and comforting Sam.
Did you know that the cheese in ravioli maintains it's cohesive nature through the entire laundry process?
Next comes the really horrible part, the anticipation of round two. It's nearly inevitable but who knows when it's going to happen. Immediately? In a few hours? Tick tock tick tock. Sound sleep is not possible. Tick tock tick tock. He turns over and thrashes a bit. Is this it? No, false alarm.
But it comes, not once but twice, both time preceded by audible stomach protest. We're prepared with bowls and towels and don't have to go through the whole process above but it still leaves an unpleasant lingering odor. He sleeps through both incidences although I don't know how that's possible. Still, I can't relax into sleep, the attentive state continues.
This morning he seems better. A slight fever and a little whiny but he's hungry and thirsty, a very good sign.
The next level of anticipation...when will I get it?
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Um.
Thank You. Drive Thru.
The cheese remains intact from nearly any meal. My most memorable was when Madison barfed up cheese from a lunch of chili topped with plenty of shredded cheddar, which came out exactly as it went in. That was in someone ELSE'S car, btw. You haven't lived until you've cleaned up your kid's vomit out of someone else's car, man.
Cleaning puke is the worst no matter where it is although I have not yet had to clean it out of someone's car. That story does, however, remind me of various high school drinking party stories....
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