How about we start the morning off with another fabulous Not-So-Glamourous Mommy Moment from Erin at Life, Unabridged. I actually met Erin this year because she is Titus’s preschool teacher…and boy does that kid LOVE her! She is such a sweet, fun, and talented lady. As you might remember, Erin made Paisley’s fabulous birthday cake for us…and we were oh so impressed!
Get ready for her story:
I feel like so many of our Not So Glamorous Mommy Moments have to do with the bodily fluids of our children. And lets face it, I don’t know many mommies who would admit to being at their most glamorous while covered in their child’s vomit/pee/poo/spit up/blood/fill in the blank. Rest assured, this story is no exception. When my oldest child turned one my husband really stepped up and started doing more with her. She was a daddy’s girl and I wasn’t nursing her anymore. The relationship blossomed quickly. One of the ways he would get some special daddy time in while also letting me sleep a little bit later was to get up with her first thing in the morning. They would get up and get breakfast and talk and play and then he would turn on Sesame Street for her to watch while enjoying the rest of her breakfast. He would then go get ready for work. This morning was no different. At first. She was almost 2 at the time. My sweet husband got my sweet daughter out of bed. He poured her a bowl of cheerios and a sippy cup of milk. He turned on Sesame Street and went to go take a shower. I was still in bed, but had started to wake up. I heard the familiar sounds of the shower, the tv and my sweet little girl singing and talking to the characters on tv. Life was good! As I laid there a bit longer I suddenly realized that I didn’t hear my daughter anymore. “she’s probably just eating or going to get a toy” I rationalized in my head. A few minutes later I heard the shower stop and I heard the pitter patter of my baby’s feet as she ran through the living room and into my bedroom. Yes! Snuggles! Those were rare these days. As I braced myself for her jumping on me I noticed that she didn’t. She had jumped up onto the bed and was standing there. As I opened my eyes I saw her standing over my pillow. Just as I was about ask her how she was doing this morning, she answered, without a single word. Instantly my face, pillow and hair was covered in vomit. And it kept coming…and coming and coming! I yelled for my husband to come and help me because clearly I could not move. Literally, my head was in a puddle of vomit! As I yell out for him, I hear him groan in disgust and frustration. Oh, no, she got sick earlier…but why didn’t I hear her? No, No, my husband could not come rescue me from the pillow of barf because my husband had stepped in a pile of poop! Our daughter had pooped and didn’t like it in her diaper so she emptied it out of her diaper and onto the floor, keeping her diaper intact and on. It just so happened to be on the floor on the way from the bathroom to the living room and my husband “Found” it on his way out of the shower to go get dressed for work. Yes, Me covered in barf, him standing in poop, our two year old still standing on the bed, crying her eyes out because “SHE” is traumatized…HELLO!!! Barf in my hair… Not so glamorous! We all lived and moved on from that though, I should say, all but the comforter on our bed…that thing was so badly soaked in vomit that we never could get it clean!
I’m sorry, but I just laughed so hard, I was crying. That was hilarious. At least you got a new comforter out of it.