Last night GeekBaby vomited. In our bed.
It was not definitely not spit up. It was vomit. Vomit has a unique odor. Oh, and it was dark in the room too. I got vomited on in the dark.
The next 30 minutes were a hustle and bustle of cleaning off various people, throwing sheets, mattress pad, and my nightgown into the washer, putting spare sheets on the bed, and checking GeekBaby’s temperature.
I’m sorry, son, but if you vomit that much, (on me! in the dark!!), you’re gonna get a thermometer in an awkward place. I have to make sure you’re not running a fever, there’s absolutely no schadenfreude involved.
Okay, maybe a little.