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.
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.
2 Comments:
At 1:17 PM, February 21, 2007,
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,
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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