Over the course of the past two weeks, my kids have taken turns being sick with a myriad of symptoms, varying from fever to sore throat to hacking coughs to wheezing and even tossing their groceries on occasion.
I am not a throw up person. I can change any diaper my children can conjure up, but the smell of throw up makes it difficult for me to swallow. [Just like breathing when we drive over road kill. Ugh! I fear I'll get the taste of that stench in my mouth.]
I especially have a low tolerance for hot dog throw up and today, I got to face that fear head on.
Today's round of puke landed partially on me---my clothes and my bare feet.
Yeah, soak that in baby.
I am now back in my pajama pants, because I am that ready to crawl back into my bed. Too bad it's only 1 o'clock.
Oh well, at least I have nap time to look forward to --- even if I'm not the one partaking in that sweet, sweet slumber.
And now, I think I need another Diet Coke.
Edited to add:
PS - Who is "Gazelle Enthusiast"? Reveal your secret identity. Please? :)
Edited again to add:
Thank you "Gazelle Enthusiast" for making yourself known. I never would've known it was you, Stretch. And you know that would've just bothered me. :)