Warning: Content may be too gross for anyone who isn’t a mom or doesn’t have animals. Also if you have a weak stomach….
Today is one of those days….or should I say the last 15 hours so far. You all know what I’m talking about. If it can go wrong, it will. In the last several hours my PPP tolerance level has been tested. What is PPP you say? Pee, Poop, and Puke… If it’s a bodily fluid, there’s a good chance I’ve been cleaning it up since 7 pm last night. It all started with Ev getting a haircut and looking green (and clutching his stomach) in the middle of the hair flying. Needless to say I didn’t have the foresight to grab anything to catch his excorcist like spew and ended up mopping the ENTIRE floor. And just in case you were wondering, as soon as things started getting western, my husband ran. Not kidding, he ran from the room. And I really count it as a favor as I didn’t want to be cleaning up after him as well.
Lucky for me the top end only erupted a couple more times, but unluckily for me, the bottom end decided it needed to catch up. Yeah, Ev has gone through no less than 4 pairs of underwear in the last 2 hours… My washing machine is working overtime today. And if that wasn’t enough, apparently I was late letting my dogs out (ya know, the whole not wanting to leave any of that yucky stuff laying around to be cleaned up later, somehow throwing a towel over it and coming back wasn’t gonna fly) and my dearest little Kodi couldn’t hold it. That’s where the third P comes in. Good times, good times…. I’m thinking I rewrite yesterday’s blog with today’s intinerary. Clean poop off of this, go throw clothes in washer, wipe up puke off of toilet seat and child, go throw away wipe, come back to clean up dog crate, spot treat carpet, mop linoleum, start all over….
Anybody got a bottle of this I can have? Looking for my can of lysol when I finish typing this 🙂 Especially since tomorrow is Halloween and I DO NOT want to be this mom…
Of course it’s not a birthday party or the flu, but you get the picture. And who wants to tell their kid they don’t get to go trick or treating.