"Um, Mom, I just threw up a little bit on the boys bathroom floor. "
That music you're hearing is straight off the psycho soundtrack!
Thoughts are racing through my head as the gagging begins...
How did you miss it by a whole foot?
That is NOT a little bit, that is the entire contents of your stomach!
Towel? Mop? Paper towel?
Trash can? Toilet? Shower? Sink? Washer?
The heaving starts and I must run for a breath of fresh air, while hovering near the trash can just in case.
I opt for tossing a towel over the mess. Then scoop and toss it in the running shower. Ugh. Now what? I quickly scour the floor for other used towels. It takes three. Plus a little of the OMS (old man shuffle) with the clothes that people did not put in the basket.
Ah yes, Revenge is sweet. Those who can't figure out where the hamper is, just had their clothes washed with the barf. Bwahahahahah!
Then the age old question...What the Heck did you EAT!?!
Doncha love the perks that come with Motherhood?