Last night, this is what I woke up to... yet again.
Lexi was standing there in the dark, expecting me to let her in my bed. I had literally just fallen asleep after fighting myself to fall asleep for the past hour. I was in no mood to fully wake up and start all over. So I reached out to lift her into bed.
A familiar stench hit my nostrils. At the exact same time, I had placed my hand on a moist arm of a shirt.
DANG IT!
"Did you throw up?" I ask.
"NO!"
I quickly turn on the light to see what I had put my hand in. Sure enough... her arm and hair were covered with light brown slime. I was just thankful that I didn't get her pulled into my bed before I realized what she was covered in!
While washing her up, I asked her why she lied and told me she hadn't thrown up. "I thought you'd be mad," she said with a sad face. My heart broke a little. How could I ever be mad at a sick child?
After stripping her bed, getting her tucked back into bed and throwing a load in the washer, I headed back to bed myself. Darren, of course, had slept through the whole ordeal. It had been nearly an hour, and now I was wide awake again!
Here's to all you puke covered, sleep deprived moms out there! May you have a peaceful night tonight...
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