Not five minutes after Seth called to say his plane had arrived safely in Baltimore, the J-man came down looking pretty miserable. So miserable, in fact, it was hard to be annoyed with him for being out of bed after bed time.
"Eema, I barfed."
Of course he did. All over his pillow and sheets. Because, you know, it would have killed him to wait an hour so that it would have been Seth's problem, right? That's three vomits for me during Seth's two and a half days away.
That man seriously OWES me, right?
It's time to teach the "toilet rule"
If you have to throw up, use the toilet.
makes life SOOOO much happier for moms.
(my mom taught me around 3-4, so J is probably ready)
Posted by: triLcat | August 13, 2008 at 07:13 AM
aw, poor J and poor you! ick. i'm not looking forward to those days...
Posted by: pam | August 13, 2008 at 10:29 AM
He owes you hardcore. I'm glad he's back and the next few vomits are his problem :-)
Posted by: Mel | August 13, 2008 at 02:08 PM
Unlurking here to say, "oh, maaaannnnn...!" with a little whine in it - for you. Gosh, it can only get better, right? And then the payback will be bliss? :)
Posted by: Jan | August 13, 2008 at 03:21 PM
Totally. But save it up for a real good time, like when all 4 kiddies are barfing.
(Sorry, but I can't stop laughing at the image of a little boy slinking down the stairs and saying "Eema I barfed". I know- so not funny. But funny.)
Posted by: Ms. C | August 13, 2008 at 05:02 PM
Oh yes, he owes you. Perhaps a trip to the spa could be his payback?
Posted by: My Reality | August 13, 2008 at 06:10 PM