Warning: if you do not find the humor in poop and/or vomit, you will likely not find this post enjoyable. You also likely do not spend much time with children.
Poor Monsoon. He came down the with the stomach flu right as I was calling him for dinner... at my parent's house. With my sister and her family. Oh yes. So many family members, so much vomit. It probably didn't help that as soon as he started it, I picked him up and ran him into the bathroom. We left quite a trail.
So now we're home. Husband has returned from two separate trips to the pharmacy, collecting first airborne for himself, and then Pedialite Popsicles for Monsoon. Before the second trip, however, Monsoon had an accident in his pants.
"Oops," he said. "When you have the stomach flu, sometimes you vomit out your butt?"
Yes. Yes you do.
Add pull-ups to the list, dear husband. The boy's gone without diapers for over 2 years, but it's night time. Likely he won't wake up and move to the bathroom in time. I am not cleaning that up again. Not today.
So when we pull them out of the package, Monsoon thinks we're joking. Husband, dear loving husband, promises that if Monsoon wears one, Mommy will put one on, too.
So I did.
It's over my underpants, of course, but still. It's under my pajamas. It's completely uncomfortable and I'm beginning to rethink the whole "old age" thing entirely. I am not cut out for diapers.
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