Adventures of Parenthood

Ok, for those of you who have children, you will probably be able to appreciate this...for those of you who know me and know me well, you will REALLY BE ABLE TO APPRECIATE this!!! For those of you who know me and know me well, you know that I DO NOT DO PUKE AT ALL!! NOT AT ALL!!!! Somewhere along the line I have heard "your own kid's puke is not that bad...". For those of you who do not have kids, just let me tell you, that is a LIE STRAIGHT FROM HELL!!!!

My best friend Marisa lives in EGYPT, (aka Zionsville). So, we do not get to see each other NEARLY enough. When we do, we make a WHOLE day out of it...or sometimes even a whole night....when I can stay at her house. Well, yesterday was one of those days. We haven't seen each other since Braeden's birthday (July 29th). So, yesterday she came and spent the whole day. We had fun. Well, it rained all day and we were pretty lazy, but decided to become somewhat motivated and head to the mall and to get ice cream. So, we did...and it was good. The boys got BRIGHT BLUE cotton candy ice cream (this will be an important fact later). Well, we did our ice cream eatin' and shopping and headed for home. We are pulling out of the parking lot and Braeden starts crying his stomach hurts. (Now, for those of you who don't know my child, he is "somewhat" dramatic!) I kind of blew it off and was like you will be ok...we will be home soon. So, we are driving down 31 and he starts screaming....SCREAMING! I was like "Braeden, cut it out!!! That screaming isn't going to help anyone!!!" (Totally going into "mommy-mode".) Then he starts saying he is going to puke. So I hand him a bag and tell him that if he feels like he is going to puke, throw up in the bag. He starts crying and says he doesn't want to, he wants to puke at home in his "puke bucket". I pulled over finally and got out to make sure he wasn't going to puke and was going to help him with the bag if he felt like he was going to. He wasn't having it. Only thing he wanted to puke in was his puke bucket....STRANGE KID!!!

So, I get back in and decide to just keep driving. Well, seriously, we get like 5 minutes (5 MINUTES!!!) from home and Braeden pukes ALL OVER HIS CAR SEAT!!!! My poor friend Marisa, caught some of it in the bag, but the majority of it went all over him and his car seat! I pulled over in the bank parking lot and tried to clean him up some...remember the blue ice cream?!?!? Well, he had it all over his arms, hands, legs, face....you get the idea. Not to mention the PUDDLE of puke in his seat. I really wanted to leave them at the bank and walk the rest of the way home. But somehow when you become a mom, you are expected to get through it. Marisa was laughing SO HARD she was crying because I had my shirt over my nose and mouth and kept walking away gagging. It was AWFUL!!!!!

So...I get him home and get him out and strip him in the drive way. Marisa takes him in and gives him a bath and gets his jammies on (thank God for GOOD FRIENDS!!!).

Now let me tell you about this....Whoever the person was who made this car seat DID NOT HAVE KIDS WHO EVER THREW UP IN A CAR SEAT!!!!! Seriously!!! When you have to get out TOOLS to get the car seat cover off, there is something wrong!!! Wanna know what else is WRONG?!?!? When that still doesn't work and you have to spray the whole thing down with the hose and take it to Babies R Us the next day smelling like NASTY PUKE to get it the rest of the way off and then take it back (after it is cleaned) to have them put it back together!!!!!!!!!!!

So, for those of you who read my World Pulse Fest blog...and know the lack of sleep I was running on.....it continued last night due to shoving the infamous "PUKE BUCKET" under my son's face every time he said "Mommy, I am gonna (as he would say) pook!"

DISCLAIMER: For those of you who are laughing, I hope you have an experience JUST LIKE THIS SOMEDAY!