With Jeff out of town, it’s sometimes is nice to have the entire bed to yourself. Well, this morning, Wyatt came in about 4 am with a belly ache. I told him to go sit on the toilet for a few minutes and try to go to the bathroom. About 10 minutes later he jumps and bed and I ask him how he feels. “Mom it hurts!” So I tell him to try and lay down for a bit. He moans and groans for about 15 minutes and then falls asleep. I’m just about back to sleep when I hear him jump up and start gagging. I tell him to run to the bathroom because I know that sound!
I follow him and right before he gets on the tile floor in the bathroom, he looses it! I take one look, scoop him up and run him to the toilet. The poor kid was a mess, so were my walls and floor. Vomit everywhere, 6 feet up the wall, but I did manage to snap a photo. We’ve all been here, but why is it always the mom that has the clean up?
I ask myself the same question. Happened to us last night. My daughter comes in and tells me her stomach hurts so I send her to the toilet to try to go. Then back to bed she goes … mind you my stomach is killing me and not thinking I roll back over and off to sleep until she is pucking in my room right next to my bed. Up I get to help and what a nice feeling on my foot at 2 in the morning. I haven’t had to clean this up in so long I forgot what to do but I did remember that my friend once told me to use a spoon to get it all out of the carpet. My husband did ask what should I do and I just looked at him like HELLO but made him go sit with her which you would have thought was the worst part of the mess. Poor little girl, and now she’s sad because she is missing school today!! Go figure…