Jul 21 2008
Good Times, Good Times
My husband and I have been through alot of crap together. We’ve also been through alot of pee together and alot of vomit together. I apologize if I’ve offended anyone’s sensibilities. Seriously though, having kids, especially in the early years, is all about managing their secretions and eruptions.
It can get ugly.
Babies with active gag reflexes. Stomach flus. Kids that can’t hold their water. Parenting is not for the faint hearted.
I’ve caught vomit in my hands more than once because it was better than the alternative.
Having good back up helps. My husband and I are very attuned to the nuanced shrieks and curses that accompany an emergency spill. We sprint for towels, napkins, antibacterial wipes, bleach. We isolate the culprit and haul him off to the bathroom for a scrub down. We go trigger happy with the Febreeze. We’ve got it down to a science, an icky gross science.
You never think you can look back at that stuff and laugh. But we do. We say, “Remember that time so-and-so went on the floor of the ladies room and you had to clean it up with tissue from your purse before the attendant noticed.” Then we laugh until we can’t breathe and it feels good.
I’m pretty sure it’s brought us closer as a couple - the bonds of kid waste, the repulsive cement that holds us together.
