My Kid Just Puked In My Mouth. How Do I Return This Thing?
My kid never throws up. She’s just turned one, but even when she was an infant she wasn’t one for spitting up. That’s why what transpired last weekend was shocking, to say the least. I heard her stirring in her crib on Sunday morning. She always wakes up with a smile on her face – it’s the cutest thing, ever. So of course I pick her up and fawn over her like any other sucker mom would. On this particular day, I held her over my head and gave her a big kiss on the mouth. She puked.
In my mouth.
Of course I handled it calmly. I dropped her in her crib and ran into the bathroom whilst gagging so I could spit it out. Then I screamed.
Nooo.
Why?
Nooo.
I looked in the mirror at my disgusted face and heard my daughter crying in the background. I don’t care what anyone says about parenthood – it’s a shit show.
Apart from all of the regular stuff you need to endure – the fatigue, the worry, the constant tasks – you’re also supposed to pretend that this stuff isn’t so unbelievably disgusting that you want to just say, I quit. No more parenting today. Someone just threw up in my mouth. Get me a Bloody Mary and leave me alone. But you can’t! You have to act like someone throwing up in your mouth or shitting in your hand is totally normal.
It’s not normal.
I never did get my Bloody Mary on Sunday. But man, I earned one.
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