Ok so this may be the grossest post yet….
So Wrigley threw up. A lot. An obscene amount. I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye and threw up. Twice. Parker was painting play dough in our dining room and since me throwing up is nothing new these days, he did not rush to me or anything. When I came out I was busy looking for paper towels or something and he asked what had happened. When I told him about”it” he wanted to go see. He throws up easily by gross things too so I was trying to talk him out of it but he really wanted to look. (That’s weird right?) So he goes over and just stares at it. I am busy trying to find a towel and I realize that I’m not sure how big of a mess this is. Paper towels? The whole roll? What do I need? So I go try to look again. I threw up again before I even saw it…I was just thinking about what I saw the first time. So I had to ask Parker if he thought a paper towel would cover it and he said no but maybe the big dish towel. Well towel is see through, thin…that won’t work. So Parker suggested putting a big towel over it and just throwing the big towel away. Not bad right? But how to get a towel over “it”….
Parker volunteers! He said he would put the towel on it for me. Now I pause and think about if this is taking advantage of him. I am running through my options. I can’t look at it again. Jon is an hour away at work. I shouldn’t call my dad 30 minutes away to have him come over to clean up my dogs…well anyway. I’m out of options. Could Parker really be old enough to be something like Prince Charming to me? So I give him one of thick hand towels. We put a pile of trains on the floor to practice what I am talking about. I need “it” to be COMPLETELY covered. He does this well.
So he goes over with the towel and says “One Two THREE” and throws the towel as hard as he can….and misses. “Oh no. Sorry mom” he says.
The next plan was a big bath towel. It couldn’t miss. I didn’t ask Parker to do it this time. He was my cheerleader and told me I could do it and I threw the towel and it covered “it”. “YOU DID IT MOM!!!!” He screamed. It was almost epic.
I managed to clean it all up and we decided just to throw away the towel. Not a bad suggestion, right? Anyway…This happened about 30 minutes after I was making homemade playdough that he was going to put into muffin pans and paint. While I was stirring the playdough for 7 minutes he opened all of the paint and it all fell on my freshly scrubbed floor. At least it wasn’t my carpet! It’s been a saga of an afternoon!
