Between a swollen throat (I think attributable to allergies), working out of the area and then a brief anniversary trip with my hubby, I've been away for a bit. It seems like every time I try to catch up on stuff, another roadblock gets in my way. The following may be a little gross for sensitive tummies.
I've been doing some work for a vet that's really sick and it's a reminder to me to be appreciative of all the little struggles in life. Whether it's sitting for five hours in traffic and finding out my son get's carsick or something else (Here's a glimpse of that conversation; "Mommy, can you get home any faster?" Me- "I wish we could- no sweetie, we are stuck in traffic." "Mommy, I'm siiiiiick!" "What feels sick?" I ask (he can sometimes over-dramatize illness). "Mommy my tummy's sick." "Are you carsick?" "No, I'm HOMESICK, I want to be home already!"
Yep, the prospect of being stuck in a hot car with vomit all over the place kind of took some compassion out of my voice. "Ok, are you going to vomit?" "yes, I think so, Mommy". "Ok, would you like this bag, or this box to vomit into?" "Nope". "Ok, what's your plan? Because if you are planning on just vomiting everywhere in the car, that's not going to fly."
Sorry, I wasn't the most compassionate Mommy at this point, I struggle to understand why I can't get my kid to vomit into receptacles. I can get dogs and cats to do it, but not my kid. "If you aren't going to vomit into some type of receptacle, then you need to swallow it, because it's just not cool to do it over everything." I wasn't serious on this, I was just hoping he would see the wisdom of not making a mess.
I was apparently not persuasive and heard a small noise. I'm pretty sure it was a burp. I'm pretty sure my son doesn't know what a burp feels like and he got body functions confused. I wasn't going to intellectualize it. I was grateful that after that, we made it home. I'll be grateful for making it unscathed through horrible traffic.
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