So this article was floating all around my FB today. All around. Let me tell you about the incidence of last night-- (Ps, you don't want to know.) I had my first vomit experience with le bebe. Um, gross. And sad. And mom guilt because I thought it was my fault because I let him share my pizza and zucchini chips (but not my prosecco and glass of vino.) So I thought that I caused the vommies due to the greasy foods. It. was. awful. started at 10. I took my ambien at 9. I was able to work it, clean vom, give a bath, rinse, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. Turns out, apparently a virus. Kid at school has it. (Jude, who G calls Dude. maybe cooler?) And NeeNee.
I hope my child never vom's again. Ever. I'm fearful of the vom. I can do it for children and babies no probs,(not saying I like it,) but I secretly hope he has a fear of the vom--the vomiphobia. Please note, DSM-5.5, I named that and I have 10's of followers who can quote it. My sister and I have this fear. Fo' sho. It's bad.
Maybe enough of the talk and entire blogpost about throwing up? No? It's gross.
Another incidence--this one from today. So I stopped to get a little lip wax. The guy tells me it will be one minute and I'm all ok, well if I need to come back, it's ok. No no. One minute. He goes into the wax room (maybe the lady was napping on the wax table--who can blame her?) Anywho, she comes out dress over black pants. Cute. I go. Lay down. Get the much needed hair ripped off my face, close my eyes, and relax--I mean, I'm a mom. this is relaxation time. Especially after catching vom in a towel. And on my shirt. And on my shirt again. And in the towel. mmm hot wax. wax bed. heaven.
Moving on. I get up from the table only to see that she is NO LONGER WEARING PANTS. When did that happen? Maybe I was on some sort of Girls Behaving Badly show? if you missed any of that by gagging, it's that I went in and the lady was wearing pants and came out and she wasn't. weird. I tipped her $4 on my $6 transaction. So maybe she thinks I liked it. Weird if I go back?