So we got to start out today with a really big, really gross mess. Somebody please remind me why I thought having kids would be fun. This morning we got up after a nice comfy sleep and went together to enjoy what was by far the best continental breakfast I've ever seen at a hotel. It was really clean and organized and usually I find myself settling for the one thing that seems least yucky. This morning I had trouble choosing just one thing! Apparently so did Max because he had bits and pieces of lots of things, but the only thing he finished was a small cup of yogurt. Now most of you know how I feel about yogurt to start with, so what comes next was magnified times ten.
We headed back to the room and the boys got up on the bed and watched cartoons while I packed up and got ready to go. All of a sudden I hear from behind me: "Eew,Eew,Eew,Eew... EEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MAX IS THROWING UP!!!!" Sure enough everything he ate and some things I didn't recognize came back up all over the bed and the only clean outfit not packed deep in the back of the CRV. So one bathed Max, one ripped apart suitcase in the back of the truck, one sink full of vomit-scented clothes and one bathtub full of hotel bedspread later I finally managed to pack up the truck and get the heck out of that regurgitated strawberry yogurt-scented room. Sorry to be so graphic but I have to share my misery with someone.
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Ewwwwwwwwwwwww! Sorry about the gross mess. *shudder* I'm praying it was a FLUKE, and that it's not the FLU! Drive safely! *hugs*
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