The shirt off my back
You know that look. You see it coming. Your heart races, you grab a towel, blanket, something that’s around and you jump …
… and then it happens. Your kid pukes. Bet you never puked while sitting in a chair (I somehow doubt that George H.W. Bush reads this blog). It is decidedly not pretty. And that brings up the question, yet again, how on earth can they sell wheelchair seats to this population that don’t have washable covers? Or the laterals (I made them custom sew covers for Pearlsky’s lats … good thing).
So, there we are, she is tossing and I am catching. I was able to grab a dish towel sized towel (ok, a dish towel) and hold it in a way that I caught most of it. She stopped a second. I knew a second wave was coming, so I shouted for someone to bring another towel until I realized … duh … what the “single” in “Single Dad” meant. It meant no one was bringing another towel. I saw one across the room … hmm … will the timing work? Do I chance overflowing the one I am holding or go for the clean one … and what to do with the one in my hand on the way …
Now that I have you in grossed out suspense …
Using my extraordinary superior mind, I found the solution. Yes, a piece of cloth big enough to hold the “dirty” towel, as well as the second wave. After that we were fine.
By the way, you may not want to buy that “worn once” shirt on ebay being sold by SingleDad …
Oy.
That’s all I have to say, but your comment system is telling me that’s not enough comment. So again I say, Oy.
Suddenly, I feel a deep, abiding kinship…a true vomit connection….
Which reminds me I really must get round to washing a few things in this house……the giant bean bag cover that Oscar peed on a few weeks ago (but hey he’d had a lot of water that afternoon so it really wasn’t a smelly one), the drips from the winding tube that seem to get everywhere (the carpet, the settee, bedding), and come to think of it there’s the duvet cover which was the only thing handy to wipe his snot away this morning.
But then again….I could always turn the duvet cover around, there isn’t even a stain on the bean bag cover, and those drips from the winding tube, well there will be more on the sheets this evening…..maybe they can all wait a few more days.
Coffee at my house anyone? I’ll use baby wipes on the settee, promise you won’t notice a thing….
You do have an extraordinary superior mind.
Seizures worry me more, but could you remember to tell us Pearlsky is okay at the end of these posts?
Once I was holding my kid and talking to a childless friend and suddenly my kid threw up – the first heave landed on the floor.
And the next heave I caught with my hand and the third heave with my shirt.
She was agahst. I was more along the lines of “you know hard it is to clean up vomit off of hardwood floors?”
L O L! You are funny, Aidel!