We had a friend’s son hang out with us and spend the night last night. The boys had a blast playing together all day. We wore them out! I put them to bed around 9pm, Mr. 1969 went upstairs to watch a game (and fall asleep) and I laid on the couch downstairs reading a book. After a long day…I was planning on having an uneventful night.
Well around 10:30pm, I could hear somebody being violently ill. If I couldn’t hear it, I surely wouldn’t have missed two boys screaming “Tali 2 is puking everywhere!” *sigh*
My boys have bunk beds. The kind where there is a twin on top and a full sized bed below. Tali 2 was in the top bunk which now looked like something spilled in Hell’s Kitchen and he was so dazed and confused, he laid back down and went back to sleep in the middle of all the damage. It was indeed an assault on the senses.
I sent the two boys (who were delighting in screaming and trying to climb up to look at my baby and laugh) in to sleep in our guest room and tucked them in and shut the door. I woke up Tali 2, made him stand up in the bed and take everything off. I scooped him up in a big towel and gave him a hot shower, rubbed him down with lotion and dressed him in some fleece jammies.
“Mom” “Yes baby” “Can I have socks?” Yes, I even got him clean socks….you know how particular he is about his attire….even when sick (Viva la cold pants revolution (c) Jameil).
After he was dressed, I put him in my bed next to Mr. 1969 (who was STILL sleeping).
I went downstairs, grabbed the bleach, rags, my bucket, mop and a pair of gloves and came back upstairs to work on that bed. The pillows went straight into a garbage bag. OUT! Everything else I threw in the boys tub and washed till I at least got them clean enough to put in the washing machine. Then I started scrubbing the mattress. Then I decided to just clean the whole bathroom.
When I was done and finally went back in to the bedroom to check on Tali 2, Mr. 1969 FINALLY woke up and said “What happened?”
I cussed him out for about ten minutes. How are you in the bedroom next to your kids and you don’t hear a thing? I was downstairs and I heard it. I left him with Tali 2 and went back downstairs to sleep on the couch.
Did I mention that yesterday, I left the house at 7:30 am and did a one hour spin class and then swam about 20 laps afterwards? Can I tell you how good my old muscles are feeling this morning after mopping, scrubbing and then sleeping on the couch?
So you know I was more than a little salty at Mr. 1969 this morning right?
He came downstairs and made breakfast for the two older boys. He came and sat next to me on the couch and said “Do you remember what happened the last time BOY “Z” spent the night at our house?”
I thought for a good minute….”Yes. The fish incident!”
“Clearly we can’t have him back over. He causes Tali 2 to react violently.”
See? Even when I’m mad at him, he makes me laugh.