Today I had my first "I just want to go home" -moment when the two-year-old decided it was about time I experienced a child vomiting. I recently found this really nice and small café that had the best chai tea and now I can't show my face there again. Ever.
So basically I went inside, ordered a chai tea and just as I sat down with the kid, I hear him coughing up something other than air. The next thing I know, we're both covered in today's lunch and I'm just standing there mortified as he keeps on going. Couple of seconds later the lady by the cash register asks if I will be needing any napkins. Yes please?
It's a good thing to mention my phobia for people throwing up, because I can tell you that the minute I noticed what was happening, I began missing those arrogant, complain-about-the-smallest-things McDonald's customers. At least I don't have to clean up after them, not these kinds of messes anyway. Makes me sick just remembering it.
Again, I will have to mention how much I love americans. Before picking up his sister from school, another mother helped me clean our vomit-covered friend and strip him down so he wouldn't be spreading it anywhere else. I would have never in a million years been able to do that on my own.
"When you become a mother, you'll learn that you can do just about anything for your child"
-"I guess I won't be having any children then!"
Now that I think about it, my reaction to the entire thing must have looked hilarious. A kid throwing up and his nanny just standing there mortified and not even trying to move a muscle to try prevent any damage. The best part was when he tried to hug me after it was all over because he wanted me to pick him up, and I just backed away from him whilst saying to "stay away from me". Happy ending to the story, when we got home he had a very warm bath filled with bubbles and I got my revenge on him for ruining my appetite for the next year by washing his hair, which he hates.
-"I guess I won't be having any children then!"
Now that I think about it, my reaction to the entire thing must have looked hilarious. A kid throwing up and his nanny just standing there mortified and not even trying to move a muscle to try prevent any damage. The best part was when he tried to hug me after it was all over because he wanted me to pick him up, and I just backed away from him whilst saying to "stay away from me". Happy ending to the story, when we got home he had a very warm bath filled with bubbles and I got my revenge on him for ruining my appetite for the next year by washing his hair, which he hates.
Today was a very positive post. I apologize for any breakfasts/lunches I just ruined.
I am never having kids…. Ever. Nope nope nope. Sorry mom.
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