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The End of 2010

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.


  1. Oh dear. I am sorry to hear this. I hope your son is better soon and that the rest of your family doesn't get it.

  2. Funny thing, my husband could handle all kinds od emergencies when he was with the volunteer fire dept. But he could not handle the THING you just described. It was mommy duty all the way!

  3. You forgot to post that Nana was awakened from a sound sleep with the words: MAMA, come here quick!!!

  4. Aww, I'm sorry! Tis the season, I guess. I'll cross my fingers for you that it is only the 12 hr flu & you can ring in the new year germ free!

  5. RIGHT there with 'ya {except for the TV remote part}. And every.single.time. the child pukes in front of me I simply freeze for the first 10 seconds or so, not quite sure if I should help, run, cry, laugh, plug my nose...or what. So I just stand there with my mouth hanging open. God bless you all - and I hope you are 100% soon.

  6. I'm sorry for both of you. Hope no one else gets the bug. Brings back memories that do not give warm fuzzies.


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