Friday, July 02, 2010

Puketastrophe

Remember not so long ago when I told you about the dreadful pooptastrophe we had during bathtime? Well today during park time, we had round 2. Only instead of poop, it was puke.

We were meeting some friends to play at the park, yes I know it's hot and no, I didn't plan to stay very long. From the time we pulled in to the time we were in the car on the way home it was almost exactly an hour - I tell you this so you don't think I'm a crazy neglectful Mom who takes her kids out when it's 90+ degrees without expecting there to be consequences. I loaded them up on water and juice so we were prepared for the 30 or so minutes we actually spent playing.

"Ashley" was the first to show signs of weakness, she came over to me while we were on the playground and started laying on me, she was sweaty and saying "Go Go Go." I can take a hint. I gave the Munchkin her 5 minute warning and started loading our snacks and sippys back into the bag.

I grabbed the twins who refused to walk, carried them to the car, Munchkin sulking but following. I loaded "Ashley" into the car, buckled her up and she puked. All over everything, 3 times.

I got her out of the car, she puked some more, all over me, all over my bag more on herself. I stripped her down, wiped her off, cleaned out her seat the best I could and borrowed a towel from a friend who thankfully was there to help me out.

I loaded her in again, then loaded "MaryKate." I turned around to see/hear Munchkin vomit all over the parking lot. She puked 3 times. I felt like I was in a Saturday Night Live skit. There was literally vomit spewing everywhere I turned. Very Linda Blair-esque, only without the spinning head.

I was drenched in sweat, covered in vomit and laughing. K apologized for laughing too, but it was another one of those moments where you just have to laugh. All I could do was laugh and ask "What is happening here?" I have never seen so much vomit in my life, what are the odds that 2 out of 3 kids are going to vomit on me at the park?

On the way home "Mary Kate" verped and I nearly had a panic attack. She laughed, the Munchkin was telling me it was ok because she had a bag to catch her puke. I laughed again.

I cannot even describe to you the odor in my car on this hot summer day. A vomit soaked car seat is worse than a rouge sippy of milk... Trust me on this.

Ain't life grand?

2 comments:

Michelle said...

Oh no! That sounds awful. Are they feeling better? And you are not neglectful for letting your kids play outside. Kids need outside time.

jerseygirl89 said...

You are a much better woman than I am. I totally would have stood in the parking lot and cried.