Bounteous Barf. So this virus going around is like addicted to our house. I have had the pukes, Eliza had the pukes & Dale threw up 3 consecutive weekends in a row. The Tuesday after his 3rd weekend of barf I got a call from the school. Dale had thrown up in P.E. When I got to the school to get him he was wearing different clothes. Yeah, it was that bad. After having already dealt with so much puke I could not bear the thought of having to open the bag with Dale's barfy clothes in it. Luckily it was raining so I promptly dumped the clothes onto the grass to let the rain help before I put them in the wash. Well, let's just say it took me a really long time to get up the umph to wash the contaminated clothes. After like a week and a half I decided it was finally time. When I slowly lifted the pants and shirt from the ground I noticed that they looked very clean. I was so thankful that the rain had aided me in my efforts. Until... I realized the clothes were inside out the whole time. When I tried to reverse them all I saw was crusty old barf EVERYWHERE. I screamed and ran them to the trash. I guess I have to go shopping.
Plague of Poo. My dear sweet baby girl now has the other part of the virus. The poo part. Her once easy to clean poop rocks have turned into gigantic explosions of disgustingness. Hence, she has blown out of her clothes multiple times a day for the last 4 days. We even put bigger diapers on her but to no avail. Then, this morning I thought I was relieved of the trend when all the poop stayed in her diaper. I was SO happy to not have to change her clothes...Until she peed all over as soon as I took off her poopy diaper. Alas, another outfit later, but at least I didn't have to rinse out the poo (or throw away anymore clothes). The END- no pun intended.
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