What does cheeseburgers and onion rings at Hooters, a sip of my sprite, and an ice cream sandwich all have in common?
It will make your three-year-old paint half your house in vomit in the middle of the night.
I should have known better right? He is the pukey kid, but it had been so long since we had an episode that I didn’t think it was an issue anymore. Although now that I think about it… I was an idiot for letting him eat what he did. Yup, I own it!
Saturday night, my husband wanted to go to Hooters, and I really didn’t care… we went with a couple of our friends because Hooters with them is always a blast. Literally.
It also is a chance for me to actually eat in peace, because everyone loves our kids, so they pass them all around the table, when one in my flock starts to have an issue. Totally besides the point though.
It was an early night, and everyone was in bed around 9:30pm. For a short period of time at least. Just as I was finally drifting off to dream land I heard a crying toddler in my doorway so I got up to get him back into bed. He wanted hugs and kisses, so I met his request and laid back down in my bed.
No less than a minute later he started crying again, and as I walked into his room he was vomiting all over his bed, teddy bear, blankets, the floor in his room… as I thought to myself… DAMNIT!!!!!
On his short run to the bathroom he then painted the hallway, bathroom floor, and apparently lost any aim he had to get it actually inside the toilet. Needless to say, it was a giant mess.
So what did I do in the middle of it all?
Opened instagram and took a new self portrait of my less than enthused expression as I dealt with a sick toddler. Isn’t that what you would have done in my shoes? Of course not!
Looking back though, I am glad I snapped the picture because it came out pretty good! Ha!
Oh the joys of parenting a toddler!