Wednesday, April 25, 2012

V is for..........

V is for...........Vomit.

A little while back, the girls had a couple friends sleep over. There'd been a lot of junk food earlier in the day at Quinn's end-of-the-season soccer party. We made the mistake of taking home a nearly full tub of Red Vines. Over the course of the night, the girls polished that baby off. At the time I didn't think much of it. I mean, sure, it was ridiculous for 4 girls to eat that much licorice, but not unprecedented.

Of course, every time I saw Quinn grabbing a bunch of Red Vines, I assumed she was just being the considerate young child I know her to be and sharing with the other girls. Umm, not so much. Turns out the other girls weren't that into Red Vines, so Quinn took advantage and ate the whole lot. Even when we figured out that she'd pulled one over on us, I kind of had to chuckle.

My attitude radically changed around 4:00 the next morning when those Red Vines exacted their revenge. Quinn woke us up to tell us she had to throw up. We tried to get her into our bathroom, but it wasn't to be. Quinn puked her way to the bathroom, leaving a remarkably vibrant red trail. After pretty much emptying the contents of her stomach on the carpet in our bedroom and the tile in the bathroom, Quinn informed us that she had thrown up in her room as well.

There was so much vomit in Quinn's room, it was a small miracle that her friend was untouched. We moved the girls out to the living room and feebly attempted to clean up. I tried the stain remover we had in the house, but to no avail, those stains weren't going anywhere. Meg and I finally gave up and went back to bed. We'd been talking about replacing the carpet in the bedrooms anyway, so we figured this had to be a sign before drifting back to sleep.

It might be a little while before we get to replacing the carpet. In the meantime, those red stains kind of crack me up. Parenting is a funny thing. It can turn a night of prolific vomiting into one of those family stories we'll share and laugh about for years to come.

19 comments:

  1. ah, TMI, but definitely interesting.

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    1. Sorry about the TMI, but when I signed up for A-Z, I knew right away what I was going to write about for V.

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    2. *still laughing though*

      Poor kid.

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  2. I can see the events you descibed above so clear. My 2 year old daughter when she HAS to throw up....she has to now. This is an event, that parents never forget.

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    1. Who knew that throwing up would be so nostalgic.

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  3. LOL, this is hilarious. I only laugh because I also have had to deal with this kind of thing with my own boys. It's not funny at the time, but it's funny as heck to think back on and tease them about.

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    1. I can threaten to tell this story for years.

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  4. ugh sweet post Tim - those things are kind of addictive but after you get half way through them you realize they are kind of icky - the challenge is almost over thank goodness.

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    1. After this incident, I did wonder what those things are made of.

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  5. I know it wasn't funny when it was happening, but it's funny to read now. Poor Quinn!

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    1. Quinn was mad when I told her I wrote about this, but then I told her that kind people like you felt bad for her, and that put a smile right back on her face.

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  6. Gross.

    That has to be one of the worst parts of being a parent of young children...the middle of the night vomiting. Always has to happen in the middle of the night, right? On the night you really wanted to get some sleep.

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    1. Exactly, we were up very late that night, waiting for those girls to fall asleep.

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  7. I needed to hear this story. Maybe I can relax about my daughter failing Algebra II; that life won't go down the tube if she doesn't get into the college of her choice - just like those vomit stained carpets won't ruin any of your lives.

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    1. Very true, it's all about perspective. I hear ya on the college thing-I'm already worried about that one and the girls aren't even in middle school yet.

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    2. I hope I'll have encouraging news for you in a couple years. :)

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  8. HAR!!!! Laughing out LOUD here, Tim! Nothing, absolutely nothing, beats a good vomit story!!!!!!

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  9. Sad, but true. Ah, the life of a parent.

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  10. once, our daughter threw up on my husband's face. I haven't laughed/gagged so hard in my life.

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