I love it when other mamas share their hot mess stories. It makes the rest of us sigh with relief that it happens to others too. And that it didn’t happen to them. Thanks, Gina, for your brave story of mama trauma. I’m so glad this hasn’t happened to me. Yet. AAAAAND I just jinxed myself.
About 4 months ago, Scott was working late and the kids and I were having a picnic dinner outside because you can do that in January in Texas. Luke (age 4) is obsessed with Batman and Spider-Man. So we either have Batman night (Batman bath towel, Batman underwear, Batman pajamas and Batman house shoes) or we have Spider-Man night (Spider-Man bath towel, Spider-Man underwear, Spider-Man pajamas and Spider-Man house shoes.). Do not fool with his Batman/Spider-Man system because it is his control of the universe.
So Kate suddenly springs a stomach bug while we are having a picnic dinner outside and throws up on the patio. So I grab her and get her in the bath and she throws up in the bathtub. Then again. And then again before I can even get her out of the bath. I get her out of the bath and then she threw up on me so I pull off my shirt. I get her dressed only for her to throw up on her clean pajama shirt. So the rest of the night proceeds without our shirts because there isn’t any time to even consider it. I couldn’t get me or her into clean clothes before she was at it again, and all I could do was clean up puke spots hoping I could reach it before the dogs did.
I finally get Luke bathed in the other bathroom and Kate manages to walk into his bedroom and throw up again. She was a little toddling vomiting robot. She then walks back into where Luke is finishing his bath and makes the biggest mistake of her two years of life and throws up on the Batman towel and pajamas. Luke is aghast that she has vomited and offended that it happened on Batman night. His brain shorted out and he couldn’t get past the fact that it was Batman night and knowing that he couldn’t wear puke pajamas. Worlds collided. Then, as nature would have it, a wasp started buzzing around the bathroom. At least it was a friendly wasp and kept to itself. He told me that “Kate ruined his day.” I said, “well I don’t think she’s having a very good day herself.” Even worse, the previous night was Spider-Man night, which was still in the laundry so there was no backup.
Kate was so tired that she fell asleep in the hallway before I could even get her dressed again.
Luke said in a teen-angst voice, “she is such a selfish baby. Everything is about her her her her her.” The look on his face is priceless, plus his legs are awkward and his fingers are double-pointing at his selfish (passed-out) baby sister who ruined his day.
Thanks, Gina, for sharing these valuable lessons found in surviving a sweetheart toddler typhoon and a fournado moment:
#1: Stomach bugs render clothing pointless.
#2: You too will one day survive your own vomit-induced nightmare and live to tell the tale. When and where is the surprise!
#3: Never come between a man and his Batman jammies. He. will. cut. you.
#4: Violent illness to some is just plain selfishness to others.