Caution: Gross details below...also - because it was so dramatic to me, I'm making what could be a short story - long.
It took almost all I had today not to lose it today when I saw what my dogs had done. I come home after a morning of playgroup (Toddler Open Gym), and errands, anxious to get my girls a quick lunch and down for naps.
I enter the kitchen...on the floor, pieces of chewed plastic
grocery bag. A few feet down - a brown pile of vomit. I look into the living room, a box 3/4 eaten of chocolate covered orange sticks. (I thought I had picked up all of the bags from the floor but in my rush to get out of the door - had missed one). I look at my couch. My heart sinks. My dogs like to sit at the top of the couch to sleep. There is not only vomit on the carpet right next to the couch, but vomit
spilling down the front of the back cushions.
I hate vomit. I can deal with the pees and the poops but vomits are much worse for me.
Ughhh.
There's more. After I had seen the initial mess, I put the dogs in my bathroom so they wouldn't puke anywhere
else. I had to put Elise to bed (sleeps in my room), so I let the dogs out of my bathroom. I come out of the bedroom - TWO NEW VOMIT STAINS! I put the dogs outside. I don't care how cold it was. While getting Ava her lunch, she, of course, steps in the big pile of it on the kitchen floor, tracking it as she goes.
I let the dogs in once Ava was in bed too. I'm cleaning up and I hear Maya drinking out of our Christmas tree water. Of course, their bowl was empty Chocolate must make them thirsty because they tried to tank up. I confiscated the bowl, knowing what drinking too much too soon does. I thought they were done, but later - TWO MORE NEW VOMIT STAINS!
A lady rings the doorbell, dogs bark, Ava wakes up from her nap 20 minutes in.
I'm not happy. Dogs go in the guest bathroom rest of afternoon. Mom, Ava, and Elise hide in Mom's bedroom the rest of the afternoon, watching Dora and Diego, awaiting Daddy's arrival and not wanting to confront the spotted living room.
Enter husband - he steam cleans all of the vomit and saves the day! I'm
SOOOO thankful for him doing this. He didn't complain, except to say that the orange part of the chocolate confection may leave a permanent reminder on our carpet....and also to say that we should take the dogs to the pound (idle threat used when dogs are bad). He wasn't surprised by the vomit. He was in training all day but I had been communicating with him via his blackberry...I love being able to get
ahold of him whenever I need to....so he knew what awaited him.
Another sweet thing was when I told Ava how upset and sad I was. She hugged and kissed me and said, "It's okay." I said I was really upset because I had to clean up all of the throw-up. She then said, "It's okay, Mommy. Daddy can clean it up." I guess she really does know how things work around here. :)
Thank you, Chris, for saving the day.
