So Munchkin has picked up one of those summer illnesses. And honestly, hanging out at home (out of this unfamiliar sunshine and heat!) wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't a pukey sickness. To date, Munchkin has hurled on:
His bed.
My bed.
The guest bed.
The couch.
CPT Dick's car (lucky for me, I took that one to ferry Munchkin to the pediatrician, no?)
The pediatrician's examining table
My laundry chair
underneath his bedside table
and, of course, me, several times.
(But never once the toilet, no matter how hard I tried to get him there).
They were right about parenthood being an adventure. I just didn't expect the day-to-day of it to require so much Swiffering.
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That was one of the things I enjoyed about my bra when I had little ones....it was great for catching the vomit from rolling down your belly into your slacks. Of course, removing the bra was a little tricky once full.
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