I had finally put Charly in the swing to sleep & gave the boys lunch to eat so I could shower. I had been sweaty for 3 hours after my work out & was really wanting a shower. My chance had come!! Two seconds into my nice steamy water heaven, Grant comes & yells at the door (waking up Charly)
Grant: MOM- NATE THROWED UP!
Grant: NATE THROWED UP!!
Grant: At the table.
Me: Tell him not to move.
A couple of things go through my mind....
-I wonder about all the places I'll find puke.
-Should I get out? I just started & I really wanted to shave my legs. (I knew I wouldn't get another chance to shower till Jared got home)
Then I hear him at the door...
Me: I told you to stay at the table!
Nate: I cleaned my throwed up.
Me:What did you clean it up with??
Me: What towels??
Me: You used my clean towels from the dryer??
Me: (insert large sigh) Please go sit back at the table till I come out.
I decide to finish my shower since the throw up was not going to be contained to the table anyways. Charly is still screaming. Oh well. I want my shower. I finish then start assessing the situation. Charly's swing batteries have gone dead, she's crying. Nate is soaked at the table. Puke is dripping over the legs of the table. What should I do first?? Change the batteries so she'll be happy?? Put Nate in the tub? Clean the drippings before it gets worse? Take a picture so I can (as Amanda says) vent about it on my blog? Get dressed so I am not dripping water through the house & have my towel keep falling off?
I take it a bit at a time, & finish.
So my question to you all is: "Why is the hardest thing for a Mom
to accomplish during the day is to take an
uninterrupted peaceful FRICKIN SHOWER???????"