Poor Little Sister had an episode of vomiting last night. Of course, it happened right after I had her tucked all snug into bed. And, of course she just happened to have raspberry frozen yogurt for dessert. And, of course, we have inappropriately light (almost white) carpet.
The bright side?
I realized what I’m thankful for when it comes to vomit.
I’m thankful that my husband got there first. I need a little help in here, is what I heard from the next room.
I’m thankful that my husband is willing to catch said vomit, all the while choking back his own, to save poor Little Sister and her bed from bearing the brunt of it.
I’m thankful for a certain sweet three year old girl, who in spite of seeing her raspberry frozen yogurt spew out onto her bed and our insanely light carpet, managed to smile and giggle when it was all said and done.
I’m thankful for a husband who knows how to use a carpet cleaner and went straight to work on the reddish brown vomit trail that extended from Little Sister’s bed to the bathroom.
Honestly, I would have blotted it with warm soap and water and called it a night.
I’m also thankful for a certain six year old boy who lightened the mood by dancing and skipping around the vomit streaks, making sure Dad did not miss any spots during clean up.
Yep, he’s a helpful one.
Finally, I’m thankful that my husband didn’t chastise me for grabbing Little Sister mid-vomit in my attempt to get her to the bathroom, thus leaving a trail of the reddish brown vomit, on the carpet that he had to clean up.
So I guess what I’m really saying is…I’m thankful for a husband who is so great with vomit.
Really, I am.
Thank you honey.
p.s. Little Sister is fine. She slept the rest of the night and will probably bounce out of bed (ours by the way, since hers is still being de-vomited) as if nothing ever happened. Kids are funny (and great) that way.