While you were sleeping, I was cleaning up barf at three in the morning.
PB has been teething like the business lately, and last night she decided that the moment I got up to use the bathroom was also the perfect moment to vom all over me and our beautiful new bed.
Because timing is everything to a baby.
HBL got the baby cleaned off while I changed the sheets out. Poor Monkey woke up from all the commotion and asked, “What’s going on? Are we going to a party?” If only, sweet face. If only.
By the time HBL and the baby were back in pj’s, Monkey was asleep, everything was in the laundry and I was cleaned off. But sweating like I just finished a game of tennis. On another note, it’s amazing how much can really get done in an hour when you are focused.
And there is no point to this post except for the fact that I am still tired and also impressed that I was not the least bit annoyed with cleaning up vom that early in the morning. You guys, some how I have learned to roll with them parenting punches.