I love parenting by text message. It's quite entertaining. So I'm at a local hospital on a call from work. I'm standing there waiting with my co-workers. I suddenly feel my Blackberry vibrate and see that the text is from Angry Husband.
Angry Husband: I think we need a new rug soon... he just barfed a pile of crap like 5 times in a row...
Angry Husband: no clue, he told me he was sick and gonna throw up, I told him to run to the bathroom but he stopped and threw up a ton..
Angry Husband: it stinks like hell too
Me: Ohhh I'm soo sorry :(
Me: 2 more days, ugh, we only need him at school 2 more days...
Angry Husband: it will be fine, hes chillin now...no milk 2 nite
Me: Yea umm gross
Angry Husband: goin to bed, lets hope for no more pukin...sorry for the smell. i did my best
Angry Toddler was a reflux baby. He has always had a real easy gag reflux. If his stomach starts hurting, even a tiny bit, he pukes. Then he feels fine. Our poor family room furniture is trashed because of this. I think we've washed the cushions on our couch at least ten times. We vow to get a new couch when he is like 5, because he still hasn't learned to run to the bathroom or ask for a bucket to puke in. He probably ate too much or something...
I can only imagine how it will smell at 3am, when I get home.