Stinky Car

Well it's confirmed. I must be completely in love with this little child that came into my life because I passed a HUGE test tonight for the 2nd time.

Tonight on the way home from dinner out with a friend, T was SUPER crabby. In fact, the crabbies started at the restaurant, which isn't really like her. Crabby to the point that I asked the waitress for the bill - STAT!

Suddenly from the backseat I hear it. PUKE. VOMIT. You get the picture. Well maybe not, and that's probably best!! Needless to say I had winner, winner, chicken dinner ALL over my darling sweet girl AND her clean car-seat! Awww man.

I pull over at a Wendy's stripped her down to the onesie and took the car-seat out to wipe down with the wipes from her diaper bag. And I am proud to say that I didn't even gag once. I was horrified, disgusted and seriously grossed out by touching puke, mind you. But I didn't gag once!

Those of you parent-types reading this may say "Yeah? So what? That's no biggie!". It is for me! See, I am a sympathetic puker. I don't even have to smell it sometimes -- just the noise will get me going. And this incident in the car is actually puke #2. Go mom!!

So my car is being fumigated tonight in the garage with a 2nd wipe down of the seat, febr**ze party on the seat and windows down. Laundry is running and my hands have been washed - thrice ;)