On bodily fluids. And solids.

Last night, Liam came home from Cindy’s and fell asleep on the couch. He slept for two hours – straight through dinner – until I finally woke him up and coaxed him to eat something. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have. It was less than an hour later that I was sprayed with the remains of that same food when he vomited all over his bed as I tucked him in.

Just when I think I am making headway in getting away from my kids’ bodily fluids, something like this happens to remind me that really… I’m not. I’m still needed, bucket and mop in hand, washing machine at the ready, to fix things.

(When we were at Thomas’ birthday party on Sunday, Chad escorted Mallory to the bathroom. She came flying back down the stairs, running her mouth before she had even picked me out of the crowd and ascertained her audience: “Hey guys! Guys! I did a poopie!” So long as these fluids… and solids… are of consequence to them, I guess they will still have to be of consequence to us!)