It's inevitable

You are sleeping soundly, you have an hour or two before the alarm goes off for work, and you hear "MOMMY" and you belt into your child's room and they say the words that makes every mommy cringe: "My tummy hurts." First you wish and pray that it is just that they need to pee, or fart but then they do the face and it is a race to high tail them to the bathroom before they stain and mark up the carpet, the bed, and leave a trail for you to clean on the way.

This isn't my first rodeo folks. Many a time, I have not made the trip to the potty, and we have had spots, and messes to clean. When the kids get bigger, the messes get bigger. Depending on the kid they may just do the freeze barf. My oldest daughter is a good example of that, bless her heart. She just stops where ever she is, and unloads. It doesn't matter if you are standing in front of her, you better move.

My son is like me, he thinks if he talks to his stomach, and ignores the problem that it won't happen. So he tries to reason with it, promise things like that he won't ever eat that cereal again or drink that many cokes.
It never fails though. He barely makes it the toliet because he was talking to himself. I was the same way, and still am. Hate to barf, try to breath like they teach you in lamaze class, and promise God all sorts of things. Yes I realize I am going to hell for that but dang people, throwing up is bad.

So here we go with another stomach bug. Kind of like spin the bottle and wondering who it will point to next. Coming from a germ crazy person, I feel horrible as a mom that I am not cuddling and loving on my child in their misery but dang people, throwing up is BAD!!!!