About twenty minutes ago I heard Denis call up to the attic, “You need to get down here.” I got to the bottom of the stairs and saw CootieGirl standing there, quivering. When she saw me she wailed “Mama!” She had thrown up her dinner. She didn’t have a lot on her – a couple wet spots on her shirt and some matted hair. Denis promptly put her in the bathtub for a scrub down and I went in to deal with her bed. At first I didn’t see anything other than a few small bits on the floor.
Then I moved her pillow.
:puke: everywhere. Obviously the meatloaf and baked potatoes that we had for dinner didn’t agree with her at all I got her bed remade with fresh sheets, sprayed Febreze on every surface around her bed, and once she was done with her bath we got her into fresh jammies and helped her brush her teeth.
**TMI in the next paragraph – look away if you are easily grossed out. Seriously.**
Once she was back in her bed I dealt with the laundry. Needless to say a huge gag on my part was not enjoyed as I peeled away the vomit from the sheet and threw it in the toilet. Her pillow case is in the washer as well, but I have no idea what to do with the feather pillow. It is pretty much soaked through.
NOT the way I wanted to end the evening.