Another Bleh Mommy Day

My house smells like a mixture of cleaning products and vomit. I am ever so grateful to my cleaning lady for the cleaning product smell. It is so nice to walk into a spotless, dust free, tidy house. What is not so nice is to take a 20 minute drive home with a crying sick baby and get home and admire my nice clean house and then have my crying sick child throw up all over me and my spotless kitchen, scrubbed floors, and vacuumed carpet. I've decided that it's moments like these that make me a mommy. I am sure every mom out there has a vomit story like this and I am sure I will have many more. Today, rather than finding the humor in it, I just wanted to sit down in the nastiness and cry with Maia. I too am sick and feel awful and yet here I am cleaning up puke off my newly cleaned house and off my baby (I don't get the luxury of cleaning myself off) and comforting her and rocking her to sleep. That is what you sign up for when you have children...Okay, time to go take a shower, I cannot handle the puke smell on myself anymore...Yes, you read that right. I blogged about the situation before I changed my vomit clothes. Blogging is very important you know...