This week in particular I have been experiencing some “once in a life time” mom moments here on the battlefront.
I started the week off last Sunday morning snuggled up to Olivia in my bed. She had come in early morning for consolation and I pulled her onto my bed so I wouldn’t upset my slumber. Along came 6 am – and I heard the starting signs of throwing up. I acted quickly and shot upright, scooped her up and it was too late. Stinky, chunky throw up right in my face and down the front of my shirt, over ALL of our bed covers, all over her clothes, in her hair – you get the picture don’t you? NOT cool. I haven’t ever, in my almost 14 years of being a mom, experienced throw up puddled on my face – Urine? Yes. Puke. No.
Another first relating to throw up was 2 weeks prior. Olivia and JT were both camping out in our bed with us when Olivia started to “loose her cookies”, immediately as if on cue – JT began to spew forth. I thought to myself…”synchronized throw up, now that is a first?”
Yesterday I was fixing my hair while JT was making a potty break in my bathroom. He sat there chatting and then he said, “Mom, we have a stinking dirty house. We need to clean our house.” He was saying this as he peered into the disgusting toilet. All the toilets in our house have been working over time with urgent vomiting attacks and they have met their match. They really were gross! So, today I decided to have JT help me get things cleaned up. We were in my bathroom once again, when he exclaimed, “Mom, I have really long teeth.” I had my back turned to him as I was cleaning my sinks. I was on autopilot nodding my head, when I snapped out of it! I turned around to see him brushing his teeth with my “old cleaning toothbrushes!” I freaked, lost it, screamed so loud I scared the little fella. He immediately began crying out of fear from my exclamations. I had Olivia go downstairs to retrieve his toothbrush. I brushed and scrubbed his teeth and tongue better than I ever have (several times) – I had him drink tons of water to try and flush out the germs. Even as I type I am shuddering and fearful of what can/could happen.
I tell you what, the adventures I’m experiencing right now are keeping me young as I’m beginning to get gray hair and wrinkles.