I'm seriously considering changing the name of my blog to The Puke of Our Lives. It is now almost 1 a.m. and I have just cleaned up another pile o' puke. Baby Jaws is still sleeping peacefully. Big Brother now has a case of the "bad bacon wonder worm" as my husband calls it. He has puked twice in the last hour. He is now tucked back in and is either sleeping peacefully or his little gut is preparing to yet again hit me with his best shot.
I'm to the point now where it doesn't matter if I sleep or not, there will be puke. Even if I do fall back asleep, I know I'll dream about it. Puke is all around me. It has been stalking me for the past 6 hours. I just can't shake it.
It is now five minutes later...and there it was. Round 3. My life would be so much easier if I had a can of Puke-Away.
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