Around 3:30 last night, the dreaded THING happened. You know the one, in which the precious little one throws up all over everything and you have to do laundry in the middle of the night?
Strip the bed of sheets, pillowcases, mattress cover.
Take off the PJs and wipe the little guy down. All while trying not to dry heave all over yourself from the smell of spoiled milk and what is that...macaroni and cheese? from dinner.
And pray you catch it before it happens one more time because you don't have another set of sheets for the bed.
Even better, you manage to throw the TV remote for the bedroom right into the washer with everything else. Good stuff.
Happy end of 2010. Here's to getting it out of the way for the new year.