Know when to fold 'em

Las tnight, just as I drifted off into deep, peaceful, restful sleep - I heard a cough in the bathroom. Now, based on my experience of last week when Lucy coughed and then threw up all over the house for 8 hours, I responded as though someone had stuck me with a cattle prod. Up and out of bed and halfway down the hall in one swift motion. If it had been an Olympic event, I would have taken the gold. I rounded the corner into Max's room, where the lights were all on. Sami was standing there surveying the carnage and turning green.

Let's just say (to keep this as vague as possible) Max had an upset tummy, and there was quite a mess. And smell.

And since this was a redux of last week (which I sheilded you from because it was so incredibly awful) I had a clear plan in my head - one I formulated as I washed every item in Lucy's room 3 times last week trying to clean up after her vomitfest.

I looked at Sami and said "put it all on the porch - we'll deal with it later."

Once Max's room had been decontaminated, the porch door opened and the ceiling fan fired up, it was a lot more bearable. We made the executive decision to simply throw everything away that had been affected by the evenings festivities. Before you chide me for being wasteful, let me share one teeny tiny detail.

Max had eaten a lot of fresh, ripe red strawberries for dessert. Everything was stained so terribly that really, it wouldn't have recovered.

So, everything got thrown away in one swift move, and we congratulated ourselves on re-starting the trash service last month. We were all back in bed in under half an hour, though the dog was so worked up he took a while to settle back down. I mean after all, there was excitement, and people, and lights ! We were up ! Lets go for a WALK !

The GDD was bitterly disappointed.

Cool contests and more......

So since I have an unlisted, so under the radar that reading it makes you a total insider (and super cool) blog, I am never tapped to try stuff out, or give stuff away, or promote anything......you know, except myself.

So I have to live vicariously through other blogs.

First - Meanest Mom is giving away a whole ton of stuff here

Second - Mike Adamick just donated one of his custom Recession Owls to this cause - it works like a raffle, .....so read the post at that link, and decide for yourself if this is a cause you would buy a raffle ticket for.

Third - my brother and sister (in law, technically, but whatever, she's my sister) is having a big sale at their Hobocampcrafts etsy shop - and they have the coolest fabrics - so if you don't win Mike's Recession Owl, you can buy some cool fabric and make your own !

And a quick update on baby.....there was a new nurse today when I called for an update, and she informed me that I was not on her list, and that the only name and phone number she had was (you guessed it) the social worker for CPS. Due to privacy laws, she could not disclose the results of any testing, or tell me when baby might be released. I explained that since I was the person who was actually PICKING UP baby from hospital upon release, and the only person who would answer the phone over the weekend, that she might want to clear up the confusion, before baby got sent home with his bio parents who did not have custody. Suffice to say, she took down my name and number. If I wasn't so glad for another night's sleep, I would be insulted and on the phone yelling at people about the fact that MY signature was on their permission to treat and privacy policy paperwork. But on the other hand.....I know baby is safe where he is, and I will sleep another night in blissful, uninterrupted, deep, REM sleep. Ahhhhhhhhh. And the hospital can continue to leave what I am sure will be ever-increasingly desperate messages on the social worker's voicemail at CPS, and wait for the callback that will never, ever come on a weekend. And maybe not even on Monday. Ah, bureaucracy. Sometimes, it's not so bad.