Since 4 AM this morning:
I've had little sleep.
I've done four loads of laundry.
Tyler's precious blanket has been washed in 3 of those loads.
My precious Tyler has had 3 baths/showers.
The smell of throw up and diarrhea has been permanently burned into my nose. And probably every fabric in my home.
The way I see it, when you get thrown up on you have a few choices.
2. Also throw up
3. Leave town
4. Laugh and have your four year old take pictures. Then try and find all the positives in the situation.
I chose option 4, and in case you were wondering what the positives are, let me tell you.
-I have a washer and dryer in my home, so I'm not taking all this smelly laundry to a laundromat.
-Tyler has only (so far) thrown up on things that are easily cleaned (ie sheets, kitchen floor, MY HAIR) and not my living room carpet, which you'll remember I just cleaned a week ago.
-Tyler's running around happy as can be and not laying miserably on the couch.
-I have great friends (which includes my mom) who listen to me whine about this, and help point out the positives.
-I have a blog to complain on, thus saving Jeremy from having to hear it all. But you can bet I'll be emailing him some pictures at work.
-Being thrown up on forced me to take a shower, when otherwise who knows how long it would have been before I made it there.
-Tyler has a wonderful sister who thought all on her own to bring him toys in the shower because she knew he didn't feel good.
-It's raining outside, so I wouldn't have been going many places anyway! And now I get to sit here and listen to Tyler tell me "flows yours eyes" and "open yours mouth" while he shines a light all over my face.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go lay tarps all over my living room floor. And I only wish I were kidding about that.