One of my favorite lines is “living the dream.”
Particular when this response comes in the midst of absolute chaos and/or monotony.
Yesterday Raynes woke up from his nap covered in vomit. I know this because I hugged him.
After taking apart his crib and starting a load of laundry I buckled all the kids in the car so we could get Coke icees from the gas station. Because all smart parents know that a gas station food is just the thing to give a child with an upset stomach.
Raynes threw up all over himself before I could even pull out of the Circle K. Good bye car seat.
Once we got home I wasn’t sure what to give him. My girls never really had the stomach bug as toddlers and the pediatricians office was already closed. Once again, I had a brilliant idea: I’ll give him a tall glass of ice-cold apple juice. That idea came back to bite me, or rather splash me.
Luckily, I called my friend Shea who told me what all “experienced Moms” already knew which is to give a puking child nothing for 30 minutes, then start with 1 tsp water every 20 minutes. After one hour increase water intake to 2 ounces, etc.
By this point I was mopping the kitchen floor, bathing Raynes for a third time with 4 loads of dirty laundry waiting in line. I thought the mishap on our pale yellow couch was bad but catching his vomit with my bare hands might have been my all time low yesterday.
Luckily, my 28 pound 2-year-old was back to him
whiny happy self today. This is a good thing, especially since he is having minor surgery first thing Thursday morning.
Just living the dream. I’m just living the dream.