Saturday, July 10, 2010

You Are Welcome For Cleaning Up Your Puke

Sweet little Ladybug got a little tummy bug when we were at the farm last weekend. She threw up twice but then slept through the night and was fine the next day. I hoped it was just something she ate that didn't settle right.

Unfortunately, a few days later I realized that it was not just something she ate but rather, something contagious. Bub woke up from his nap glassy eyed and proceeded to puke twice and then 6 more times later in the evening. Now, the thing about Bub is that he is crazy but he has his moments of brilliance. He was sitting on a leather chair when he threw up the first time and actually held it in his mouth until I grabbed him a trashcan so as to avoid getting it on my chair. I'm sorry to share the details but considering what happened later with his sister, it is rather impressive.

Lou Lou had been at her cousins house playing and when her aunt brought her home she said that Lou had been complaining a little about her stomach hurting. Uh oh, I thought. You see, Lou is not a good puker. Seriously. She didn't throw up even once in her life until I was pregnant with SG, when she was 5. But she made up for lost time because she had eaten Spaghetti O's for dinner. Let me tell you, Spaghetti O's, the second time around, may be the worse kind of throw up to clean up. G.R.O.S.S.

Anyway, Lou went to bed and came up around midnight or so after having thrown up. "Did you throw up in the trashcan or the toilet?" I asked her.

"Weeelll," she said, "I kinda didn't make it."

So I go downstairs to assess the situation.

"Lou, what did you eat that was blue?" I asked, as I see the bright blue mess on the carpet (RIGHT NEXT TO THE TRASHCAN). Seriously. Right. next. to. the. trashcan.

"Um, a blue coconut slush from Sonic." she says.

Well, leave it to Lou to find the one thing WORSE than Spaghetti O's to eat before throwing up. Impressive. So, I shampooed the carpet and her dad changed her sheets and then we went back upstairs and fell into bed.

The next morning, I was TIRED. Very much. I stumbled out of bed to the sound of crazy yelling children and went into the kitchen to get them breakfast. Lou bounced up the stairs all happy and feeling better.

She looks at me and says, "MOM, you look tired. Like really tired. You have black circles under your eyes like you have a black eye."

I look at her in the eyes and say, "REeeALLY? Could that be because I spent part of my night cleaning up Blue Coconut Slush PUKE from your carpet instead of sleeping? Shut it."

And you are welcome.

1 comment:

Farm Chick (at Heart) said...

Hee Hee! Gotta love it. Doesn't it make you wonder what we said to our Mother through our growing up years. Grammy, you might want to weigh in. :)