My youngest child stood in the doorway of my bedroom at 1am this morning. She said. “Mom, Dad – I just threw up.” Of course I turned to the hubby and gave him a good shake and said “Help Me”……?
We had an agreement! He is Puke and I am Poop. For the past 14 years it has worked out really well. He used to bar tend for a living so puking is a non-issue. I never worked in plumbing before, but I took the back end to forgo the top end. I just can’t handle anything about throwing up.
But at 1am, as I shook him, he didn’t move. Well, he moved enough for me to know he was OK, but she was waiting in the door for SOMEONE to come and help and I had wasted enough time already, so reluctantly, I made a lot of noise going TO HER RESCUE.
Guess What?
What I thought would be a disaster to clean up was in the toilet and gone with a simple flush. She was already washing her hands, brushing her teeth, asking who was going to stay home with her and apologizing (they are so darn sweet when they are sick!)
So I realized at 1am something to be CELEBRATED (might have to get a little cake for this one)
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| Much before we reached our current stage |
Check it out:
No more diapers, No more bottles, No strollers, All shoes can be tied without my assistance; everyone can now ride a bike. Everyone sleeps through the night in their own bed, pukes in the toilet even when they sleep on the top bunk. No babysitters needed, rare occasions of homework assistance, no car seats, can swim in a pool with only one of my eye's on them.
I’m in the middle. I’m in the safe zone. I’ve made it through the first however many stages that I forgot to keep track of.
Trust me – I KNOW it’s not over, I KNOW what’s around the corner.
(Learning to Drive, dating, the whole monthly girls thing, shaving, hormones, college applications, Homecomings, Proms, exploring their boundaries, testing my ability to CATCH them making bad choices, broken hearts and disappointments)
Being in the quiet in-between, I am not so sure the past was harder than the future is sure to be. Kind of wondering if I can handle it…..
But I am halfway there. Little pat on back happening over here….
