Before becoming a mother, I had no idea exactly how much exposure it entailed to bodily fluids. I mean, I expected plenty of diaper changes, and knew that some degree of tummy upset was likely during childhood. I just didn't realize that it would get
on me. Four kids later, I can't even guess at the number of times I have been peed on, pooped on and puked on (how is that for awful alliteration?). I could also add generic spit up, leaking breastmilk, blood, sweat and tears, but that didn't fit with the alliteration. Forget mom-jeans--we should be wearing full haz-mat suits!
Anyway, the pukies hit our home last night, and I am too tired to come up with a thoughtful post right now, and since I am not sharing actual germs, wanted to
share the misery follow the well-known advice to "write what you know". However, between the older ones needing attention and care, and the little ones nursing non-stop (apparently trying to load up on antibodies--at least one was latched on all night long), my computer time is limited. So, in the spirit of sharing, here are some older posts that seemed appropriate:
Eeewwww...gross!
Anything boys can do, girls can do better!
Even Murphy had Better Days
A birthday poop story
Potty Talk
Ay, mier...coles!
1 comment:
HAHA, the 3 P's.
So true, I had someone tell me just to always have a burp cloth. It did NOTHING except stay clean while the rest of me got covered in your 3 P's! It is worth it though
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