
so anyone out there thinking of having kids should know the whole truth. Not just the warm fuzzy stuff you see in pictures, but the down and dirty details of being a real parent. Being a parent is by far the most challenging thing I've ever experienced in my life. and here's a small sample of why..
last week the kids were feeling kind of.. well, crappy. I didn't think much of it, since the kids seem to always be coming home with some new bug. But this was different than your average cold. Everything seemed fine when we went to bed, until I was woke up in the middle of the night. something smelled really bad, really nasty. Half asleep I look over at the kids laying in the bed next to me. Of course I'm huddled in a corner while they, as usual, are stretched out hogging at least 3/4 of my wonderful king size bed because they refuse to sleep in their own room. At first I thought Aubrey just spit up, but then I realized the true scope of our crisis. Xavier had threw up in his sleep all over his himself, his sister, the bed, and me. I couldn't believe how much vomit came out of such a little person, and the smell was terrible. Being the super dad that I am, I quickly started to take action, I mean panic. I realized right away that this job was going to be too big for me alone, so I woke up Anna. Her grumbling told me she wasn't too happy with me for that, but I had no choice, I was desperate. Now I woke the kids who just couldn't understand why daddy was running around like a maniac bundling up the sheets and mumbling about pukeys. I finally decided that I needed to hose these kids down. So I threw them both in the shower. Of course they don't like showers and by this point they were both screaming at the top of their lungs. All I needed now was a towel and we're home free. NO TOWELS! ahhhh!! What to do? Oh the humanity, help... Anna, anyone, call 911!! nobody there, where did she go?? How could she just leave me in my moment of crisis. By this time, it's two in the morning and my kids are standing naked screaming at the top of their lungs soaking wet, freezing, trying to figure out why daddy woke them in the middle of the night to torture them for a while.
But alas, Anna came to my rescue with the towels and clean sheets! I'd be lost without her. In no time at all we had the kids dry, un-pukey, and in bed sound asleep. As usual she saved my butt. Thanks baby, love ya.
then of course two nights after that I was driving home with both kids in the car. For some reason, I decided it would be nice to take the long way home on skyline since the kids were both quiet in the back. Right when we pull onto skyline Aubrey starts to throw up in her car seat. Now there is nowhere to pull over on skyline, so I didn't know what to do. Xavier starts crying because our car has turned into a gas chamber and Aubrey keeps on puking. Oh Man!! Why did I go this way? I can't pull over. What if she is choking back there? I slowed down and made sure she was Ok, she's still breathing, I think we'll make it. There was nothing I could do but keep on driving. We finally made it home and Anna comes to the rescue again. Poor Aubrey, what a mess.
Then of course the kids passed their disease onto me and I spent all last week sick and miserable. Oh the joys of parenting, nobody said it was going to be like this! oh well, tomorrow's another day. Besides, Christmas is coming. That's something to look forward to, right? right? anyone? Oh man, Chrismas again!
Here's another parent's experience with pukey kids.
http://www.amptoons.com/blog/archives/2007/12/17/monday-baby-blogging-denim-sydney/ parenting ain't always fun..