Sunday.
We get to church.
I'm holding Preston on my lap.
Sacrament song is being sung.
Preston projectile vomits everywhere.
He's covered, head to toe.
I'm covered, head to toe.
I make the grand exit out as vomit is still coming.
I know I owe some apologies (to those who might have been in direct fire)
and thank yous (to those who cleaned up after I ran out with him.)
By evening, the whole fleet had gone down.
Britton and Max get it first.
Then Benton.
Last night, Max, Aubrey and Chloe' were on a constant rotation.
A small mercy...
I've had a terrible head cold for a week.
Because of the severe conjestion, I can't smell.
I didn't gag even once while I cleaned up vomit in every room of our house.
I was tougher than tough.
A clean up machine.
Impressive.
3 comments:
so sad I missed it! that would have been epic
May I just say that I felt for you...I had just sat down in the pew behind you and when everything happened I had nothing to give. I didn't even have a wipe. I am glad that everyone is better. Alex was sick on Tuesday and I am knocking on wood that it stops with him.
When we used to all get sick my parents had us sleep in the bathroom :) Easy clean-up!
B-R-U-T-A-L :)
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