I spent the weekend dealing with puke and poop.
I am not a fan of either of those things. I am particularly not a fan of puke coming out of me, which is what I spent Memorial Day doing.
Sam started the festivities Saturday morning by sullying a blanket I had covering me on the couch. Seems the vomit snuck up on her despite her belly-aching about her belly aching.
I did my time hanging over the sink all day Monday. Monday night, my husband started frequenting our bathroom establishments.
And then, about an hour ago, our sitter called: Noah has joined the spewing ranks.
Boy, I just can't wait to go home and find out what our house smells like ...
