I think I am going to rename my blog " the adventures of barf boy and his family". Seriously, just when I think I have had all that could possibly happen with vomit, Truman strikes again!
Tonight Jason took Dillon Skiing, so to be nice I took Truman to Blast Off (a local Chucky Cheese kinda thing). Five minutes into playing, I was on the phone trying to get some guy from India to understand that I lost my credit card, Truman comes over trailing puke in his wake. I ran him to the nearest trash can. Elleree comes over starts to gag, and I have to separate them, again, while I try cleaning him up. I then have to go tell the people who work there that, "Sorry my son has asthma and anytime he plays at all he vomits, this time on your floor". Needless to say I was getting really dirty looks from all the other parents, along with snide remarks about how they can't believe someone would bring their sick kid in there. Whatever, I refused to leave, I paid good money, and my kid was not sick!
We quietly went over to the little kids play area in the corner hoping it would all blow over. No such luck Elleree then starts coughing, she has not been officially diagnosed with asthma but I have a suspicion she has it too, and throws up. I was quick with her, and got her to a trash can before she made a mess. Now, Elleree was sick earlier this week, but she was fever free on Wednesday and has been fine ever since, so she is not sick either. I think if those parents could have turned me in to social services they would have.
We played the rest of the time brilliantly, in the game room and had lots of fun. I even won the Jackpot on one of the games, 210 tickets I rock!!! Moral of the story, I am not feeding my kids before we go to some place like that again. I wonder if there is a support group out there. Pucker Anonymous (PA) maybe I should start one.
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Maybe I've told you this, but Chase had the same problem when he was little. I can join your club. I don't have quite as many public stories (many of his were at school, 1st grade), but the worse one I had to clean up was when he was sleeping in the top bunk of the bunkbed and just leaned over the side to vomit. You can image the splatter. Super gross. Luckily, his asthmas has gotten better and he is better at managing it, so not so much puck any more.
Oh man. You will have to play the "I cleaned up your puke" card for Truman's entire LIFE.
You are a brick to stay in spite of the nasty stares. I would have likely crawled under a chair, or bleated out to everyone "my kid has asthma.. stop staring!!"
I thought of you earlier this week when a quiet, nerdy kid in my computer class (which is on the top floor of the school- three flights up) asked if he could use the bathroom as he wasn't feeling well. I said sure and as he stood up, he put his had to his mouth and started to run for the door. I flashed back to last year when another student in a similar situation made it out the door and puked over the railing down the stairwell and the ensuing impressively splatted mess on the stairs. So,I called him back and gave him the trash can in the nick of time. He proceeded to barf his toenails up. The amazing thing was the rest of the students in the class sat quietly eyes focused on the computer screens pretending they couldn't hear the retching and smell the results. When the boy finished he said "I'm ok now." He DID not have asthma and was that sickly shade of green. So, I accompanied him over to the counselors so he could call home.
Anywho... I'm proud of you for sticking it out and braving the glares of the witless. But, my question is...Did you find your credit card?
Oh...And contrary to what barf boy's shirt says... I don't think Scooby Do did come to the rescue!
Champion of Mothers...that's YOU!
I knew I was a "real mom" when I threw myself in front of a puking Alec so he wouldget it on me instead of my carpet...who would do that??? A mom.
Good Luck to ya!
At least you were smart enough to get them to a garbage can. My first instinct always was to cup my hands under their mouth. Like that would hold any serious puke! Way to hold your ground with those staring parents. That's not an easy thing to do when you know what's going through people's minds. You go girl! (Cute piture of the little puker man. Love his expression!)
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