Well, Elisabeth asked for it.
Last night, while trying to nurse a splitting headache and get some things done on the computer, I thought I smelled something odd. Since the children’s bedroom is right next to the computer “room” (as is everything in really in an 800 sq ft house), I decided to check there first. Sure enough, our five-year-old son, who was fast asleep, was covered in vomit. Not only that, but so was his pillow, the wall, and our laminate floor.
I picked him up and transported him to the washroom, where I got him undressed, rinsed out his clothes and threw them in the wash. I also got his pillowcase and pillow, rinsed them off and tossed them in as well.
Then I put him in the shower and washed him off. I would have just used a wash cloth, but his hair was matted with the stuff. While I was rinsing him off, Mary got the sheets and the quilt.
While Mary was getting him dressed, I pulled out the bed and cleaned up the wall and the floor.
UPDATE: Oops. He did it again. Tonight, just as I was drifting off to sleep, I hear him wailing from his bedroom. When I got in there, I discovered vomit all over the centre of the bedroom floor, taking up at least half of the visible floor. This time I stripped the bed and remade it and Mary took care of Regan. Oh, yeah, Baby!