Last night at around 10:30, Cooper puked. Then at 2:30am, Ella barfed. It was pretty fitting that when Eden finally rolled out of bed that she up-chucked as well. Garrison is just a ticking time bomb. I don’t hold out much hope for him (but praying REAL hard that the three of us left standing stay standing).
So, if today were Wednesday it would go something like this:
You know you are a REAL mom when…
*You throw away puked on jammies because saving them isn’t worth the amount of scrubbing you will have to do.
I hate throwing things away but there comes a point when I just don’t care anymore. And I have reached that point with my barfing kids.