Rude Awakenings

What a lovely morning I experienced on this gorgeous Saturday in October. Eric was up at his normal unGODly hour of 6am. I went in to see if I could convince him to allow me another half hour or so of laying in bed, but no cigar, he was standing in his crib whining already. I pick him up to deter him from getting louder and waking up Matthew. When I come out of his room, darling hubby is there, and offers to take him. Yippee, this does not happen a lot, he's usually off to work or golf in the early am. I oblige. Back to the warm covers I head, except I cannot really fall back asleep. Just as I am falling back to sleep, it's almost 7am now and I hear the definate sounds of a man in baby hell. "Oh no, Eric, oh GOD, UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!" I start getting up, and no sooner am I swinging my legs over the side of the bed is he not up the stairs flinging said baby at me saying, "he threw up on me, you have to take him, you know I cannot deal wtih this." Throw up baby is plunged onto me as he goes off to gag and throw up himself in the bathroom. Lovely crap. I take him down, there was hardly anything really, it was more like a really big spit up, anywho it did manage to completely cover darling hubby's most prized possesion and I don't know what to do about that now. I tried my best to clean it up but it still smells like sour milk and I can't be too careless with the water since it is the remote control. If only it wasn't ON him at all time it would not have been in the direct path of vomitting Eric. The select button doesn't work and the number 1 is giving me trouble. Do we need those???

Let's just say not a pleasant morning, I got up suddenly at 7am and by 7:48 we were at the Home Depot, all of us. We won't even discuss why that happened, it was not planned. I did not get my coffee. Lovely crap.

Barbara