When it rains, it pours

Warning!!! The following post contains graphic material that is not suitable for all audiences. Please stop reading if you have a weak stomach.

My mom left this morning after helping out for the last few days. It was really tough to see her go. Bear was especially sorry because Mom basically spoils her rotten. It was nice to spend time with her and have help with the kids, especially since Ned left for men's ACCs yesterday.

In any event, I'm thinking that I'm in pretty good shape because Mom really set me up before she left. She did a lot of cooking so I wouldn't have to worry about dinner for a couple of nights. I had a pretty good handle on laundry and the house was clean. Things should go smoothly, right?

WRONG! After dinner, the kids and I are playing in the family room when Jack starts crying. I go to pick him up and console him and a minute later--BAM! He starts projectile vomiting. . .all over himself, all over me, all over the carpet. I'm thinking it was something like a gallon. And bright orange. From what I can figure, it's the lovely organic vegetable risotto baby food that I sent to school for his lunch. Samantha avoids the line of fire but she is fascinated by the whole thing and starts chattering a mile a minute. I'm dripping orange and I just want to get upstairs to strip myself and Jack. I also want to avoid the various rugs that stand between me and the upstairs. Finally, I just decide to run for it. Anyway, the kids and I get upstairs and I put Jack in the tub. He seems better and I decide that I'll just clean up the mess after he goes back to sleep. I know I'll have to scrub our carpet for hours; I don't even want to look. Besides Bear wants to start calling people like her Nana and Dad to tell them that Jack threw up.

So once Jack is freshly bathed and dressed, I start noticing that he doesn't seem like himself. He's a little whiny so I pick him up and, out of an abundance of caution, take him to my bathroom. As I'm sitting with him on the edge of my tub, it happens again-- BAM! All over me and all over my freshly scrubbed bathtub. Fortunately, nothing on him. He seemed to feel a little better once he had thrown up and I finally got him to sleep. Then, I started cleaning up the green pea mixture that was in my bathtub. I am currently in the midst of cleaning the carpet in the family room. It's bad.

Ned's in Maryland--he's probably having a drink in the hotel bar right about now.

Love,
Allie