About 2am Kyle sat straight up in bed, looked at me and then threw his cookie up all over the bed, then the floor outside the bathroom, the bathroom mat, his blanket, his PJ’s and the shower curtain. Yes, I said the shower curtain.
Jason woke as I was cleaning up the mess and helped out then took Ivy, who of course woke just as I finished the clean up and settling Kyle back in bed. I was so thankful but a little guilty because I knew he’d only just gone to bed himself. I curled up with sad little Bug and started to fall back to sleep.
Now this isn’t the first time he’s been sick to his stomach but it’s the first he decided to try and do something to feel better. In this case it was to go lie down in Daddy’s because because obviously mommy’s bed was making him sick.
I’ve been home with both kids since about 11am when I was able to leave work and pick the kids up at the sitter. Who, by the way, didn’t blink about kid puke.
I’m blogging about this because it occurred to me going into work today that it always seems like you get sick in the middle of the night. I really don’t remember going to suddenly puke in the afternoon, or right at dinner. Ok, once after I was forced to eat breakfast but I woke up feeling like I was sick so it doesn’t count.
It seems like the only time a person can possibly start throwing up is when it’s dark and doing laundry is a giant pain in the arse for everyone. Though I’m actually glad Bug was in my bed because it’s closer to the bathroom and I was there to get him out of bed quickly instead of him vomiting all over the hall to the bathroom.
As a side note, I’d like to know why cats decide 3am when puke fest is slowing down is a great time for attention. Also, does anyone want a friendly cat with extremely bad timing?