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So Sunday night my son throws up in his bed, on himself, on his comforter, on his sheets, on his rug and then of course leaves a trail to the bathroom. Imagine a full plate of rice pilaf with some milk to make it nice and thick and frothy. Ew.
Then of course there is the 2-3 loads of laundry, showering him, re-dressing him, opening windows, re-making his bed, showering myself, throwing towels all around his rug to soak up the carnage, lining his bed with new towels, getting him a bowl for future pukes, doing another load of laundry (we can forget the mattress pad or stuffed animals who became targets in the attack) .
The next day I actually found myself in the basement on my fourth load wondering how, for a person that is half my size, his throwing up could be such a monumental, show stopping, catastrophic clean up. Whereas in college, for a grown woman like myself, it was a 5 minute ordeal...where is the logic?
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This is an excellent question! I am a smallish person of 5 feet or so who has never been known to hold her alcohol well. I have experienced this first hand and agree that this is a quandry and should be contemplated further...
2 comments:
Hello,
I like your blog. You are a good writer! I love the fire truck cake.
I wanted to thank you for the egg hunt idea. I had 2 children over today and the egg hunt was a hit. I color coded the eggs for each child.
Rita Cohen
cohens3@comcast.net, mckenna@neb.com
(Meg's Mom from dance class)
P.S. We went to dance class Saturday morning only to remember that it was cancelled for Easter weekend. Ugh!
Welcome! Glad you liked it! I almost took Shelagh to dance too, but remembered at the last minute. See you Saturday!
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