So, let me give you a little taste of how awesome and glamorous my life is today. I've been up since 1:30am, I haven't had a shower since 5am Tuesday morning, my hair is caked with dried puke because Max has been projectile vomiting all morning, mostly on me, my carpet is also covered in puke and I'm almost out of Spot Shot, I have a pile of laundry roughly the size of a Volkswagen and I am down to my last pair of puke or snot-free pants and I am desperately trying to get work done but he has decided that it's more fun to sit in his playpen and scream his lungs out because he didn't get enough of that in the middle of the night.
Hey, don't be jealous. I can't help it that I'm this awesome. Chill.
3 comments:
Wow. My heart goes out to you chica. Hope he gets better and grows up to be a millionaire and showers you with presents and your own giant design studio or something! :) But seriously, good luck :D
I've been reading the projectile vomiting saga and I guess suspected it would be over by now. I'm so sorry that it isn't.
Maybe stop feeding him? If there isn't anything in there, it can't come out, right? Or do people frown on not feeding your babies these days?
Call me if you need help with the laundry. I'd be happy to come over and help out.
Aw! That sounds awful. And stinky. Hope the little puker feels better soon!
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