I can not handle puke in action, especially the sound. And I think it goes deeper than listening to the first guy I ever dated puke his guts out in my shower after my roommate and I hosted a party in college. For over an hour I kept repeating to myself that the shower will come clean and I will be able to use it again as I listend to him wretch. The thought still makes me shudder 15 years later.
You think as a mother I could rise above the aversion when my kids are the ones hugging the porcelain but alas there is a boundary I cannot cross even as a mother without getting sick myself. Thankfully I am married to a man who can handle taking care of the children while they are puking. He is my hero. This was not a matter we discussed before we got married, but I think there should be a question on the Pre-Cana test like "Can you handle watching someone puke?" At least one person has to say yes or else you aren't a compatible couple.
So I took clean up duty last night. It was not pleasant especially given the fact that dinner involved spaghetti sauce and the kids woke up puking so there was puke that smelled like bile and sauce in their beds and on the carpeting. It was disgusting and red. Fortunately we have the "Little Green" which is a hand held steam cleaner that I found at Costco after seeing way too many commercials for it on PBS. The commercial is of a happy mom cleaning benign spots out of her carpet in the middle of the day. In reality I did clean some spots in the middle of the day as a way to be cheap and put off having the carpets professionally cleaned. But where this baby really shines is in the middle of the night with red puke on our light colored carpet. Our scenario last night would not make a good commercial but I may have figured out how it got it's name because I was more than a "little green" cleaning up the mess.
