We're operating under the Standard Puke Protocol effective...now.
Level two has been reached.
What? Yes, I know it's 3 am.
See, here, when someone is sick (of the vomit variety) we have certain steps we take to avoid...what's the word I'm looking for? Oh yeah, disaster.
Hayden just brought little Isaac downstairs and informed me of the situation upstairs.
"Isaac puked."
Me, in a stupor, trying to wrap my brain around the Who, What, When and Why of the moment, then got the whole story.
Isaac was sleeping on the couch in Hayden's room and threw up all over it. I went upstairs to clean it up while he supervised Isaac in the bathroom.
"My room, why does this always happen in MY room?" Hayden asks.
Then he ponders... "I guess that's better than in theirs."
This winter, we did a bedroom swap.
Hailey moved downstairs, Griffin moved into his own room, Sam and Isaac had the bunkbeds set up in their room and Hayden stayed right where he was...has always been, pretty much with the exception of a few months trial, the room he has always been in, since he was 2.
About 3 days after that, the little boys started dragging their mattresses into Griffin's new alone bedroom. A few days after that, we just moved them all back in together and left the skeleton of the bunkbed standing in what now has become "the toy room".
But 3 boys in one bedroom makes for a tight fit, and Hayden was right, it would have been disaster to have this happen in there.
Taking into account how I felt last night, I considered it an epidemic making Standard Puke Protocol necessary. SPP involves getting everyone under the age of 12 downstairs and settled on sheet lined couches and chairs. We have only one bathroom and it is located here. Everyone else gets a puke bowl and a briefing.
It makes my life so much easier.
When, sometimes, mom's get together and swap parenting moments, I always win with this certain story...
I won't go into all the detail but let's say it involves two tiers of the bunkbed, (mattresses and frames) the window, the curtains and a under bed storage bin of Beanie Babies.
I'd love to hear yours!
Back to sleep with one ear open...
4 comments:
Oh, I am so sorry to hear that you had to go into SPP. My story excludes the the beanie baby bin but is otherwise just like yours (even has three boys in the room!) People make fun of me for having a "puke bucket" (icecream pail with plastic bags and paper towles with a lid) in my van... let's just say, it is ALWAYS in my van! Hope everyone starts feeling better soon. Happy day.
My other wonderful vomit story comes from my car. It involved the entire seat belt mechanism of one of the seats. Like as in, someone threw up on it and the person wearing the seatbelt quickly undid it to move out of the way and zzzzziiiippppp the whole seat belt went through the mess and wound itself up in the cute little seat belt storage case... That was a time consuming clean up!
Kari
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