All 3 of my children have snotty noses. But if I had to pick out of all the germs/illnesses to have, I'd take the snotty noses any day. But for poor Rene' that means long sleepless nights as she doesn't get to sleep on a pillow and her favorite way of eating requires breathing through her nose. So it was a long one last night. But as this is #3 and I am now officially used to only running on 4-5 hours of sleep, I woke up in fairly good spirits.
About 30 minutes later I got a call from Andy's cousin's wife. Her babysitter is sick and she needs to be at work in 30 minutes. I felt for her so I said sure, bring the girls over (they're 3 year old twins). They are very good girls and the kids all play together well so I buckled down for a day with 5 kids under the age of 5.
Thirty minutes into the day long play date, I'm feeding Rene' and thinking to myself - I'm good. I've got this down. The older kids were playing together nicely. The baby was happily eating. Then I heard it. That sound that makes me shudder. Vomit. I look over and see poor Ali vomiting all over my couch and carpet. (I silently thanked God that Andy made me upgrade the carpet in our house). Snapping back, I realize, Its me, with 5 kids, one puking, and the rest just staring. I really felt for poor Ali, but COME ON! I whisked her off to the bathtub, stripped her down and put her in. Her beautiful long hair got it the worst. Bless her heart, she was such a good sport. At this point, I'm sure trying to be. After draping a towel over the bodily fluids (I figured out of all the things, that could wait) I bathed her, called her mom, and stuck all the children in front of the TV on a blanket. This wasn't quite how I had planned to spend the day. And my sympathy for her mom in needing a babysitter was dwindling to pretty much, nothing.
Their dad came and picked them up and then I had to address that stuff under the towel. I really want to give you the details of smell and consistency but I'll spare you.
As of today, I'm officially quitting my job as babysitter.
(And I'm pretty sure, since I'm so annoyed about the whole thing, God will decide to humble me and the next time I need to drop my kids off at a friends, they'll throw up.) (But at least I won't be cleaning it up)
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3 comments:
So Ali isn't your child, right? You should get about 2000 bonus points for cleaning up vomit that didn't come from one of your own. Kudos to you! You're a strong woman!
Hey, I am comming to town for a few days...do you think you could watch my kids while I go shopping, go to the spa and just have some alone time...okay back to planet earth! Uh, yeah I think I would be done too! It's bad enough when your own kids are sick...I have 2 sickos and a hubby down in the back---CALGON is calling but I am too busy to answer....maybe in my next life! I might have to take a trip to Margaritaville! =)
Gretta
hahahahaha! I love it! I love your posts. Thanks for sparing us the details. I have yet to come home from MDO without some kind of goo all over me. Yum!
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