Oct 2, 2009
My Cup Runneth Over and So Does My Hand
Only a momma would try to catch her child's vomit in her hand. Middle of the night, you wake up with a baby in the crook of your arm. He starts to cough that "I'm about to vomit" cough and you know it's coming. You sit him up really fast and cup your hand lovingly under his chin. You catch the first round ... success!
You glance over in the dim haze from the yard light and either a) the hubby is in a fever-induced sleep or b) pretending to be in a fever-induced sleep. You're on your own. You can hear the second bought gurgling up from the pit of his wee stomach. You make the split second decision to dump the first handful (onto the hubby's prized blanket) and catch round 2. Dump, Lather ... Repeat.
Flash forward a couple of hours. You're perusing the produce aisles for "scrawberries for me MOM!" And you hear it. Out shoots your right hand, your left grabs her hair back from her face. Now, what do you do when your hand reaches capacity? That's right! Dump it right on the pristine high end grocery store floor.
Why even try in the first place?
Primal, animal instinct. Me momma - Me Catch Puke.
So yeah ... we have some kind of stomach flu going around here. Puts the P.U. in P.h.U.n.