Slice of Life Day 3
My littlest one woke up in the middle of the night crying out, “Mommy, I threw up!” I sprang out of bed and ran to her room. Poor baby, crying, half asleep, clearly not feeling well.
“Matt! Wake up!” How come my husband never hears the kids in the middle or the night? It is unbelievable!
The middle of the night sick kid wake up is the worst. Head to the bathroom, get cleaned up, wash up, change of clothes, brush teeth. Then strip the bed, find the sheets to remake the bed, get the little one back into bed taking all the necessary precautions in the event it happens again, which it almost always does!
It’s the middle of the night cleaning of the sheets that’s the worst! My husband flopped back into bed. I most definitely did not!
When I finally got back upstairs my husband asked, “Do you feel ok?”
“Why? Do you not feel ok?!”
No one feels good after being woken up in the middle of the night by a sick kid and then having to clean up after the sick kid!
In the morning my daughter woke up and complained again that her tummy hurt. She was requesting her trash can already. After thinking she was going to get sick and not we headed back to her room to change out of her PJs and into some comfy clothes.
“Mommy, I just want to lay down.”
And there, in front of her dresser, in the middle of the room, my little girl just laid down on the floor. Sprawled out, hair askew, a look of total defeat as if to say, “Now what?”
I feel ya, kid. Sometimes we just need to lay down and admit defeat. Here’s to the next few days at home. Lysol spray and Clorox wipes in full force trying to prevent the rest of the household from just laying down in the middle of the floor and giving up too!