There are times when being a mother is the most rewarding of experiences. Those times when you know that there is a deeper meaning to life, and you can see it in your child's eyes, and hear it in their laughter. And then there are the times when they vomit explosively all over you for the second time in their short life, and you question your sanity. Yes, it's the stomach virus back to conquer the mushroom family once again. It reminds me vaguely of the vomit scene from Stand By Me. I will just chalk it up as practice for nursing clinical. This time at least we were at home. Last time the K-mushroom made me a target we were walking in the door of the local warehouse. Hardly any hit the floor. We spent a good thirty minutes in the bathroom, me washing out my clothes, him crying as women came in and gave us some very curious looks. Surely they couldn't figure out why a woman with a huge belly was standing half naked in the public restroom with a crying child and her shirt soaking in the sink. This was not one of my finer moments. Lucky me, it was a warm spring, because I had to go home in a soaking wet shirt and pants.
Sorry for the vomit story... it just came out.
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