I didn’t handle it well.
Jesus maybe. Not me though, that’s for sure.
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She barfed. Not just barfed. thePinkDiva erupted, leaving a lovely trail of spaghetti sauce, and lo, it was not pretty.
It’s not that she barfed that set me off. It’s that she forced herself to barf. She was upset that I was not attention solely to her. I mean, heaven forbid I should even glance in the direction of the boys when she’s feeling this way.
I didn’t handle it well. I knew she did it to herself, I heard her forcing the coughs until she erupted. I even warned her to stop. I knew she did it for attention. I simply cannot reward this kind of behavior. Into the bathroom to wait until I’m done cleaning up the house, thank you very much.
There was much yelling, and swearing under my breath, as I tried to get Ragu and Meatball out of the fairly new carpet. In the end, after all was cleaned up, including the child, I broke down and called my Mommy. Sometimes even moms need their Mommies, and this was one of those times.
But hey, at least the floor got mopped. It needed it anyway.