Warning: This post is not for those with a weak stomach.
This morning just after 7:00 I opened the door to the stairs to go and wake my children, when all of a sudden I was overcome by the most familiar foul smell- at least to this mom. Vomit. My first question was, "Who threw up, and how long is this going to take me to clean?" I first suspected Mae, because last night while playing with daddy she cracked her head on the arm of the sofa. OUCH! So my first thought was concussion, vomiting is associated with head injury, right? Well thankfully, it wasn't her. It was Binny, I walk in her room and
I say "Mornin' Bin, how are you today?"
Me: "but Binny you threw up, and stop rolling over in it!"
Binny: "huh?" while looking at the puke on the sleeve of her jammies.
It must have happened while she was sleeping (is that even possible?) because she didn't even know what had happened. I'm just hoping she's not sick, and that this was just a fluke puke. Last year we all came down with a nasty stomach bug that left all of us hunched over the toilet, and we only have one bathroom.
Just what I wanted; more laundry.