Or an alternate title: my child barfed on the way to school.
I thought he felt slightly warm when he left and he laid down on the couch before school but said he was just tired (he came downstairs for water at nearly ten pm last night so tired wasn’t out of the ordinary for him today).
So Hubby called and told me Boo barfed in Wassup (Hubby’s car, aptly named by Boo). If you know Hubby, you know he’s a sympathy barfer. With the addition of children he is so far better than he used to be though.
They arrived back home where I had the couch covered in towels and pajamas on standby with paper towels and all that for umm, cleaning purposes. Hubby didn’t even have tissues in his car to swab the poor kid. He will now incidentally be carrying a barf kit. For only $19.95 I to can tell you how to build your own Car Barf Kit.
Hubby took Lucy (my car) and went to work. That means I get the job to clean Wassup. Probably not until this evening when someone else can supervise the children. I’d love to pass this job off to someone else. Any takers??
That’s what I thought. Well, I hope your day is barf free, I have no doubt there’s more barfing in my future. In the meantime I will try to keep Chick from licking her finger and sticking it in the electrical outlet. You think I’m kidding? In time out on Tuesday she did just that. I think I need to find a new time out corner.