So, when you find yourself standing in front of your oldest daughter's elementary school, covered in a mixture of oatmeal and cheerios and bile, holding a child who is equally covered, with some of the mixture even pooled between your shirt and your child, do you walk back to your car as you are, or do you strip down and head back al fresco?
It's amazing how you can spend over six hours at a beach, never once self-conscious about your lack of shirt, shoes, or service, but a half-minute streak to your car in suburban New Jersey can make you completely rethink your whole life.
Perhaps I should have kept the clothes on.
the only time I have ever wished to live in suburban new jersey.
Posted by: Amber | September 09, 2007 at 03:09 PM
Amber: I wished you lived here, too. That way you could clean up the coffee you made me spray all over my laptop.
Posted by: The Dad | September 10, 2007 at 10:30 AM
It was imagining incidents such as this (or the getting up in the middle of the night to hold the hair back of a puking child and/or having to change their entire bed) that made me choose to be childless (plus the thought of the Teenager Years).
However, Fate has gotten me back. I now have a dog who pukes fairly regularly, and somehow, when it's her puke, I don't mind cleaning it up. I guess that's what it's like with your own kids too. If only I'd gotten the dog earlier in life I might've gone ahead with the kids!
Posted by: Mauigirl52 | September 11, 2007 at 12:15 AM
Oh, the Karma Gods have a fantastic sense of humor! I had to go and post my preference for puke over poop right where they could find it. Trevor was up ALL NIGHT Sunday puking the remnants of dinner and every sip of water he tried to drink. At 5AM Monday morning, he abruptly stopped and went back to normal leaving me to contend with two energetic toddlers on zero sleep. Hilarious.
Posted by: DebiD | September 11, 2007 at 09:38 AM