Yesterday Ryan was sick. For real sick... his mother would understand what I mean by that. Ry's a bit of an, oh how do we say this.... exaggerator... when it comes to being sick.
As in "I've got a sooore throat!" and he calls into work.
Seriously? You barely even have to talk to people for your job! You work at a computer!!
Anyhoo... he was barfing all night and when I woke up in the morning the blood vessels in his face were broken and he looked like, well, HELL. Poor guy.
I called off the babysitter (Oma) and he stayed home with the kids. Kudos to him for not complaining one bit even though I know he'd much rather have been in bed all day. Wouldn't we all? Sorry... parents job doesn't have a quitting time.
Last night Porter ran into the kitchen telling me "Hudson has pukes!"
Ohhh... please be spit up.
Oh no. Spaghetti chunks all over the.... PLAYROOM FLOOR!!
Reason #4,529 that I HATE CARPET.
He puked again in his bed and then woke up at midnight puking again. And after the puke came the dry heaves. My hear broke as his weak little body laid on my chest as I rocked him after wretching for 5 minutes.
He slept through the night but woke up starving and again, wretching. I called into work and I've basically spent the morning washing barfed on towels and pajamas.
Hudson has been sleeping for an hour now and I managed to get about 4 loads of laundry folded.
Barbie.... my basement is beginning to grow a "Laundry Mountain" like you used to have!!!