Today was Pumpkin Pie's 18 month check-up. No shots, just measurements, so I thought it would be a simple trip. As we were pulling into the clinic's parking lot, I heard the wretched sound of "bleh." As I looked in my review mirror, poor little Pumpkin was throwing up. At first I thought it was just a little, but as I pulled her from the van, I realized she was sitting in most of it. Now a few years ago, something like this would probably make me gag. I really don't think I could have handled such a situation. However, motherhood has catapulted me into the trenches of not only the occasional sick child, but the really gross and disgusting realities of childhood. Take for instance my experience a few weeks ago.
I went to our basement to check on the kids and found a "foreign" substance on the light switch. At first I had hoped it was just chocolate, but upon further investigation, I realized it absolutely was not. So frantically I began disinfecting every light switch in the house and pretty much every surface. When I asked the kids "who dun it" I received six blank stares. I was 0 for 6 in cooperation.
Next, I needed to get the girls ready for a Tea Party at my sister's house. They had to take a bath. So as the 3 youngest were splashing in the tub, I was multi-tasking (a necessity for parents) by cleaning the bathroom. Suddenly, one of the girls screamed. As I looked down, I saw it. I had a mystery Dooker on my hands. So I quickly pulled the girls out and began disinfecting the tub. As I busied myself with the task at hand, Pumpkin (in the buff) climbed onto the sink, trying to reach her toothbrush. As a result, she pushed my potted Peace Lily over the edge and onto the floor. I now had a mound of black soil to clean up. At my wits end, I gave each girl a quick shower and told them to find something to do while I cleaned up the mess. A few moments later, yet another scream from the girls room. Sweet Pea had found a pencil and decided to use the vanity as her canvas. This was nothing major, just an addition to the already mass chaos .
Our house and our kids are not ALWAYS like this, but we certainly have our days when we are tested. I believe I have come a long way since having kids and handling the "surprises" that accompany them. Their sticky fingers, peanut butter kisses, and snuggle time grace me with a short memory on the more challenging times. So if having these little love bugs means a little poop and a little puke, well it will always be worth it!