Bryan always says he would much rather clean up puke over poop any day. I disagree. I think puke messes are way worse.
Today I took Corban to the doctor after he had been running a temperature for two days and literally refused any food intake for the past two and a half. Of course it was "just a virus" and there is "nothing to worry about, just push fluids and it will pass" (translation: wasted copay for a doctor's visit). Well, on the way home in the car he FINALLY agreed to eat two crackers (the itty bitty kashi crackers) and ONE bite of banana. Other than that, all he had that day was fluids (primarily milk). On my way into the house he started scream crying (a high pitched ear splitting complaint) and then, yes, puked. Curdled milk and banana/cracker mush splashed all down the wall and across the (carpeted) hallway floor. Covered his clothes and parts of mine. I remember doing this same puke on the wall while trying to run to the bathroom move at my friend, Julie's, house when I was a kid. I was pleasantly surprised by the way her mother reacted in compassion and didn't seem to hold it against me. My incident was even in the middle of the night. She just calmly comforted me and apparently cleaned up the mess at 2 am with no complaining. I'm not even her biological child!! Well, I did not react with immediate compassion. I let the CRAP word slip right in front of my two year olds' ears, then quickly recovered and layered on large doses of motherly compassion and comforting while he continued his puke job into the toilet. Ok, all this lovely story to say that of course Bryan was at work so I spent the next half hour scrubbing down walls, floors, carpet, and clothing. Hooray for me. I have conquered poop and puke in a short span. Not the first time, and not the last I am sure. Bryan, it is definitely your turn next buddy!
I am sure you are grateful that I refrained from adding pictures to this post. So, what is your clean up preference---poop or puke?
