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involving the upper and lower bunk bedding, the curtains, the bed slats and the wallpaper.
And the usually faithful Iron-guts, aka Mister Fixit, who generally handles the vomit clean-ups, (yes, I am a pathetic wimp) was still out at that same party so the whole thing took me ages what with all the trying not to breathe in the fumes, and the climbing up and down, and the bewildered rudely awoken Cherub following me around (Climber was attending to his own cleanup in the bath) wanting drinks of water and to know if it was breakfast time yet.
DISGUSTING! poor you. How dare Fixit not be right there when it happened.
ReplyDeleteOh, that's gross. I'm so not ready for big-kid vomit yet.
ReplyDeleteMe either!
ReplyDeleteAnd I bet there were carrots in there!
ReplyDeleteI tried not to look.
ReplyDeleteCherub's still playing with his toy, I see.
ReplyDeleteoh.
ReplyDeletenice.
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How absolutely revolting. I'm with you, retching and gagging all the way.
ReplyDeleteI don't like fruit juice, and I'm pretty sure that feeling is now mutual!!!
ReplyDeleteOh, is this the place we can tell vomit stories?
ReplyDeleteWell...on Thursday KelpieBlossom did the biggest grossest vomit in our loungeroom. Luckily onto the floorboards. Unluckily we have large gaps between our floorboards...gross.
But still - your vomit story wins hands down. Dark Orange. Man-o-Man!
Yes. Dark orange because he drank orange juice followed by Apple & Blackcurrant. Ew.
ReplyDeleteHi Stomper Girl,
ReplyDeleteI haven't been here for ages, but saw a comment of yours at Meggie's and came over. I've now 'bloglined' you so I won't make the mistake of not reading your blog again.
I have to say that a vomiting child fills me with dread, too. It's not the smell, or even the initial mess that bothers me....it's the thoughts that come next - how many times will this happen tonight/tomorrow/possibly even the next day?, how many sheets/towels/PJ's will we go through?, and which others in the family will subsequently succumb? OH, yeah, and of course my deep concern for my child's distress. Should have mentioned that first, right?!
Hope everything is clean and peaceful now at your place!
Oh no...please tell me it was just a nightmare?
ReplyDeleteAwful!
Heidi
ugh. I can't bear the sound or smell of someone throwing up, unless it's me. And it's stomach bug season over here.
ReplyDeleteOh, boy! Vomit stories! Right up my alley!
ReplyDeleteMy dad tells me that when I was quite small, he and my mother held a dinner party. Playing the part of sociable host, I made it a point to go up to a cluster of guests and say "The other day, I vomited purple vomit."
The sad thing is that my social IQ hasn't improved a great deal since then.
Eek, had to put down my raisin toast for this!!
ReplyDeleteI don't 'do' vomit either. I've seen the vomit up the wall trick quite recently however - isn't it disgusting?
You poor thing. Naughty Fixit.
(Going away now to heave quietly in the corner...)
Oh no, you poor thing!
ReplyDeleteI tend to 'sympathy gag' when I hear people vomit. It's gross.
Actually, Boy Monkey was home from school Friday, because he was vomiting all Thursday night. Luckily he managed to descend the bunk before the first one, still, vomit in carpet is not pleasant and I stood in it.
ReplyDeleteHe spent the rest of the night on the couch.
Littlest Monkey was sick earlier in the week, but I hadn't realised it was a bug because she just did one vomit, nicely contained, on my pillow!
My best vomit story however was when Boy Monkey was a baby and vomited down the neck of my pyjamas.
Man...the blogosphere is awash with vomit and mucus at the moment. So glad i didn't catch up on reading over breakfast this morning...
ReplyDeleteBut if we're on gross vomit stories...I once had the (then baby) Impossible Princess vomit all over herself just as we started to drive through the Burnley Tunnel. She was holding a bunny rug at the time, and most of it ended up on that. But teh sound and smell set Queenie off, and she said she needed to vomit too. I told her to do on the bunny rug, which was as good a place as any. I omitted to tell her to take the bunny rug off the IP first, so she leant over and vomitted pizza all over the IPs head - who sat in her carseat dripping vomit and looking bewildered.
Commiserations!
ReplyDeleteHope he is completely better!
When I say baby, I mean big baby, as in big solids eating baby, my babies are babies until they are three.
ReplyDeleteOh my God, just read Fairlies comment!!
ReplyDeleteCan't stop laughing. Yuck!
bunk beds are great except when you have to clean the top one, or crouch for extended periods over the lower one. Never had to clean off vomit though ... but there's still time :| I would rather clean up vomit than poo ... just saying.
ReplyDeleteOh and while we are sharing vomit stories - Hubby and I took Miss E up to Thredbo for her first skiing trip when she was two. One the train ride up through that tunnel she vomited all over herself and me. Not to be put off a fabulous day of skiing both of us just put our padded skiing suits over the top, zipped them up and sealed the vomit in to be handled at the end of the day. I like to think it kept us warm... sort of like when suba divers wee in their wet suits to keep themselves warm ;)
ReplyDeleteeeewww, but at least you don't have the eternal fear of a trip into emergency, to force a glucose tube down said ill child's throat, to correct low sugars. I still catch my breath in fear and my heart does that funny little racing-skipping thing when Heath coughs, because that's is the first tell tale sign that something is amiss when he does begin to vomit..... At least we did not bring home a vomiting bug from the cousins this trip, yukky runny poos for Jessie and a snotty nose, but no vomiting. I can live with everything else, and can even now stomach the vomit, but the fear of falling blood sugars is what gets to me. Heath unfortunately usually vomits for 12 hours when he gets a bug (like me), and so frantic to stop the vomiting. That special orange liquid from the chemist, hydralyte is our saviour now. Love me
ReplyDeleteYou're all disgusting!
ReplyDeleteBirthing stories going on over at Soozadoo's place, vomit stories here, and all I got for my mucus story was disdain and revulsion.
That hurts.
poor Aunty E.
ReplyDeletePoor Fairlie (what an extraordinary story).
And you KNOW I know exactly what you are talking about.
Why do the men folk know when not to be around?
There are some very good vomit stories here. I am still chuckling over Fairlie getting her oldest child to vomit all over the youngest...
ReplyDeleteApparently they don't stop when they get older. One of the sporting teams I look after (not the famous one) recently had a trip to Canberra where an unfortunate member managed to vomit all over the carpet of his hotel room. The hotel sent me photos of it the next day. Mmmmm glad it wasn't morning tea time when i opened that one!
ReplyDeleteI remember screaming out for Mum from under my doona as my sister in the top bunk threw her guts up on me!! They were those L shaped bunks!!!
ReplyDeleteI too am lucky to have a hubby who cleans up the vomit - I just wretch the whole time!!
Recently I succumbed to working mother guilt and decided to help out at first born child's school musical. While watching someone else's child start to retch I had a split second decision - do I jump up and help or do I look the other way and leave it to someone whose stomach may not be made of tin. The only problem was that if she vomited on the floor there was no telling how many other children would go out in sympathy. So I ran over and caught an unrelated child's vomit IN MY HANDS. Needless to say I retched all the way to the sink and felt like Lady Macbeth - OUT DAMN SPOT, OUT!! I have not volunteered at school since. I believe I deserve a "done enough" pass at least until high school.
ReplyDeleteEw! I hope you gave Fixit an ugly look when he came home. I always have to take out my gross quota out on Rob if he is fortunate enough to miss out. Retelling and descriptions, the works. Beginning to think I'm a bit of a meanie!
ReplyDeleteAnd because you're the mommy and you love them, you steeled yourself and did what had to be done....Bravo, SG!
ReplyDeleteOh my, oh my. I came back to review these comments and now I feel truly ill.
ReplyDeleteOh no! Poor you!
ReplyDeleteAs my dad would say, all part of the joys of being a parent.
Oh oh. I thought cleaning vomit out of a regular bed was bad, I never thought of the challenges of cleaning up bunk-bed vomit. Now I have. Yuck!
ReplyDeleteRemind me sometime to blog about vomiting at the fair. Each time I tell that story, I almost pee my pants because it is soooo funnnny. (Nope, those weren't typos either, just for emphatic purposes!)