I knew Daddy needed as much sleep as possible due to a sore throat/cold/horrendous ailment that he's currently afflicted with. So when Samantha went to him after vomiting in her bed around 3 am this morning, I was glad that I woke up and Daddy didn't. Also because Daddy physically can't handle vomit without joining in. (Yes, I've seen it happen. Multiple times. It's not worth the battle, so I'm always on vomit detail.) I took care of Sam, helped her get cleaned up and got her setup for another round, just in case. Then I again thought of Daddy who reacts about the same to the odor of vomit as the actual presence of it and figured I better wash everything now, despite the hour of day.
In the midst of cleaning Samantha up, Sofia came out of her room desperately wanting a diaper change. I soon realized that her diaper had leaked and her bed was a mess too. It was at that point I flashed to a particular scene involving sick kids from the movie, "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood". I smiled, knowing it could be worse and delirious from the consecutive nights lacking sleep. I got Sofia back to sleep avoiding the mess. Samantha was still wide awake from the excitement and/or drama of throwing up so we talked some more.
As soon as I got Samantha settled down and Sofia was sleeping, I headed downstairs to monitor laundry and watch TV. Soon I was nodding off, which meant that it was Fonzie's turn of course. He managed to look sheepish when I asked him if he had to go outside which was actually comical. I let him out, set my phone alarm to let him back in and got him taken care of.
Thankfully we don't have many nights like this and more importantly we can deal with it when it happens. Life is short and finding the humor in the truly messy moments is one of the best ways to lead by example.
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