Sunday, August 24, 2008

Everything but the kitchen sink. . . . .

Oh the joys of motherhood. Did you ever wonder where in the world Hallmark got it's impression of the daily life of a mother? I would love to have been in the household of Leave it to Beaver when the TV camera's stopped rolling. I can bet you that June probably didn't get up in the morning with the look of Susie Sunshine on her face. Yesterday evening there I was sitting on the couch with my little "Bud". I love cuddle time with Adam especially when it's just he and I. After about 30 minutes of course big sis Meg came into the room and Mom was kicked to the curb. Oh but that's where the fun started. Only about 5 minutes later I was in the middle of a Mario Galaxy beating (my butt not Mario's getting kicked) when I heard this funny little noise. I can only describe it as a miniature version of what Mount Saint Helens might have sounded like. This sound of course was followed by a horrified gasp. Yep, that's right my little "Bud" has begun to erupt. And when I mean erupt, I mean it was out of both ends. Well all I can say is that Meg has yet to learn the finer points of going from sit to break-neck speed for the bathroom at the drop of a pin. Poor kid, her 1 second of hesitation cost her her outfit. Now this is where the fun starts for me. Thankfully Meg stayed with Adam in the bathroom. I of course went to get a towel and start my janitorial duties. Mind you in a previous post I introduced you all to the adorable addition to our family named Rascal. Let me say he has lowered himself several notches by his reaction to Adam's expulsion of his bodily fluids. We all know what puppies and dogs in general do when there is vomit in the vicinity. I'll let your imaginations fill in the blanks. All I can say is with one foot I'm trying to mop up the floor and trying to keep Rascal away with the other foot all the while trying to keep my balance so I don't fall into the mess. It was touch and go for a moment but I managed to stay afloat. Whew! After marking the floor, couch, my pillow, his bed, Meg's clothes, and oh yeah his Dad's shoes this morning so far so good. That little volcano inside hasn't erupted for a couple of hours now so hopefully Mount Adam has gone dormant. Oh the joys of motherhood!

1 comment:

Crazy Lady Cheryl said...

Oh my - I do NOT envy you. Barf is just one of my very least favorite things in the whole entire world. It ranks up there with snakes.