Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Dirty Jobs

On Saturday, the team we coach played in a soccer tournament. It was going to be REALLY cold with north winds 35 mph, so I dressed Little Bit uber-warmly. She had on some longjohns, a turtleneck and denim coveralls. Not to mention the heavy coat, mittens and heavy fleece hat.

So, guess what? She got diarrhea. Yep, two 25-minute halves and I think I saw maybe 10 minutes of the game total. So, after the game, we go by a pharmacy and pick up some Pepto-Bismal children's tablets. A few minutes later, it was the other end gushing. This child puked everywhere on herself and the carseat.

While I was cleaning (with my hands covered in Pepto-Bismal-colored vomit), Hot Rod pipes up:
Hey Mom! That is a dirty job! Let's call Mike Rowe!

My ever-clever husband responds that Mike can't get here quickly enough to clean up this mess and we can't make Little Bit puke on command. Thank God for that.


  • At 1:17 PM, February 21, 2007, Blogger Kasey said…

    I stumbled across your blog and am enjoying reading it. :)

    I hope your little girl feels better. My son is going through the same thing right now and it isn't fun.

  • At 7:09 AM, February 23, 2007, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Glad you like the blog and hope your kiddo feels better. Both of mine got over the puking thing in a day, thank goodness.


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