One Pool of Vomit and One Poo at a Time!

Well that was quite literally a shitty start to the day!

In the morning rush to get out the door this morning Matt failed to mention that Eden had refused breakfast and didn’t feel too great.

Completely oblivious, I was attempting to rush 3 kids out the door, packing lunchboxes, zipping raincoats and rushing upstairs to get our brollies; still drying out in the bath from yesterday’s downpour organised, when Caleb cheerfully bellows to tell me Eden has been sick.

You can hear the audible groan as I type. So rather than panic and on gaging that there’s not a peep come from Noah. I decide she must be winding him up (my kids always take it to the extreme!) and casually make my way down.

Nothing could prepare me for the scene that awaited. You know one of those situations where you look around for a more adultier adult?! That was me! The smell alone had me heaving whilst Noah; who is never quiet, looked on stunned with a look of sheer disgust etched upon his face.

I followed the snail trail puddles of sick from the sofa; across the living room, through the dining room, in to the kitchen and discovered my poorly wee girl bent over the toilet.

Bless her heart, before I could even ask if she was okay (stupid question really) she says “I think I made it!” Mmmm…Not quite sweetheart!

Before I can laugh or speak Caleb begins with the “well actually Eden there’s sick…” I find the words to tell him nows not the time just as Eden’s wee face emerges and I realise she is covered; in fact clarted would be a better description. Head to toe.

We have 15 minutes to get (now just Noah) to school and I don’t know where to begin. As I start to explain we will need to strip her down and stick her in the shower Caleb starts again. “Eden what’s that wet patch on your dress?” “Eden, you’ve got a wet bit on your dress.” Tears now pouring from her wee face I gently tell her not to worry whilst slightly more forcefully saying “right enough Caleb. We know.” “But why is she wet?” “It’s sick Caleb you can see that”.

Finally thinking I’ve silenced him and instructing both boys to sit anywhere that’s dry and wait whilst I comfort Eden as she again vomits. Caleb then shouts “Mummy, why is there poo on the seat?” “It’s sick Caleb she’s been sick, stop.”

Nope, as I escort Eden through the house; dodging her self made obstacle course, the stench hits again. Internally questioning where to even begin with cleaning this up, I look across at my Cream sofa and I’m greeted with what can only be described as a mammoth sized poo on my seat!

Oh man, Shit just got real!!

Sitting now, with a large coffee in hand (wishing it was gin) having got Noah to school. My poorly wee sunshine all cleaned up with her head happily now submerged in a sick day magazine. All floors disinfected, the washing machine on and a giant poo removed from my seat. I can’t help but feel that these are the moments in motherhood that you don’t really think about, where we don’t feel grown up enough to know where to even begin. We don’t feel equipped. But the Mum in us just takes over and we make everything better; one pool of vomit and one poo at a time!