Puke-tastic, part the second
At midnight last night, Josh woke me up with the dreaded words, "Jack's throwing up."
Four days after we dealt with Emmie's chunk-blowing, we had the pleasure of repeating it with Jack. Unfortunately for us, instead of puking on the rug, he puked all over his bed. The sheets, the comforter, his little blanket, his lovey, his carpet, his jammies, everything. Why yes, he did have pizza for dinner, thanks for asking.
Josh took the poor traumatized child into the bathroom while I got to work stripping the bed. Gagging repeatedly, I managed to get the job done while Jack was puking again in the bathroom sink.
I ran a load of laundry and sprayed the rug down with the Nature's Miracle I bought earlier in the week after the Emmie debacle. Nobody paid me to say this, but if you are a parent, you should always have a bottle of this on hand. It seriously takes the smell out immediately. I laid down a plastic tarp and a sheet on the couch and went back to bed, leaving Josh to spend the night with the puker on the couch downstairs. Seeing as I would have to feed the baby, Josh drew sick duty.
Good thing we didn't send him back to bed because he puked twice more before finally falling back asleep at 3:30 a.m. But of course, he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 6:30 this morning.
I stumbled back downstairs at 8:30, relieving Josh of kid duty so he could get some decent sleep in our bed. As we passed on the stairs, I told him I was thanking my lucky stars this didn't happen next Monday. You know, when I am alone with all three kids for four straight days. I shudder to think what I would have done if I had to clean up, get Jack settled, stay with him on the couch and still feed Maeve multiple times overnight and get Emmie up for the day. Single parents -- you have my complete and total respect.
Because Jack was so sick, we kept him home from school, but we still had the conference with his teachers. I am digesting all the info and trying to figure out what to say about it all. So I'm sorry, but I will have to take the weekend for that. Suffice it to say we're not raising a sociopath, but he definitely needs to work on his impulse control. As do I, seeing as I stress-ate several more cookies than should be legally allowed prior to the meeting.
Four days after we dealt with Emmie's chunk-blowing, we had the pleasure of repeating it with Jack. Unfortunately for us, instead of puking on the rug, he puked all over his bed. The sheets, the comforter, his little blanket, his lovey, his carpet, his jammies, everything. Why yes, he did have pizza for dinner, thanks for asking.
Josh took the poor traumatized child into the bathroom while I got to work stripping the bed. Gagging repeatedly, I managed to get the job done while Jack was puking again in the bathroom sink.
I ran a load of laundry and sprayed the rug down with the Nature's Miracle I bought earlier in the week after the Emmie debacle. Nobody paid me to say this, but if you are a parent, you should always have a bottle of this on hand. It seriously takes the smell out immediately. I laid down a plastic tarp and a sheet on the couch and went back to bed, leaving Josh to spend the night with the puker on the couch downstairs. Seeing as I would have to feed the baby, Josh drew sick duty.
Good thing we didn't send him back to bed because he puked twice more before finally falling back asleep at 3:30 a.m. But of course, he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 6:30 this morning.
I stumbled back downstairs at 8:30, relieving Josh of kid duty so he could get some decent sleep in our bed. As we passed on the stairs, I told him I was thanking my lucky stars this didn't happen next Monday. You know, when I am alone with all three kids for four straight days. I shudder to think what I would have done if I had to clean up, get Jack settled, stay with him on the couch and still feed Maeve multiple times overnight and get Emmie up for the day. Single parents -- you have my complete and total respect.
Because Jack was so sick, we kept him home from school, but we still had the conference with his teachers. I am digesting all the info and trying to figure out what to say about it all. So I'm sorry, but I will have to take the weekend for that. Suffice it to say we're not raising a sociopath, but he definitely needs to work on his impulse control. As do I, seeing as I stress-ate several more cookies than should be legally allowed prior to the meeting.
posted by Amy at
9:37 PM
6 Comments:
Poor baby. That sounds just miserable. Hope he's feeling better and you all are able to get some naptime today.
ugh! Hope the puke fest is over.
Here's hoping little Maeve doesn't get puke-tastic, part the third!! You take care of yourself, too, Mommy!
I just put towels over puke when our kids did it, until Daddy got home. Couldn't take it. Dealt better with poop... it could be easily wrapped in the diaper. LOL
A four-year old boy has impulse control problems? Stop the presses!!!
There's a fantastic book called "Raising Boys" that talks about exactly this: groundbreaking research that focusses specifically on boys' brain development, and how it's different from girls. Of course, not everyone fits in this box, but in general, little boys don't sit still well or have good impulse contral.
By all means, work on it with Jack, because he needs to learn to get along in groups, but don't freak out about it. It's in the range of normal. And don't we all have things to work on?
Hugs on Jack being sick & I totally agree with you on single working parents being my hero. (Single parents in general, but those working ones - pretty much make my life look easy) Hope everyone is feeling better today.
And I'm looking forward to learning from your experience with Jack... I have a boy, who is ALL boy. Good hearted, but doesn't get the concept of "nice" and "gentle".
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