Last week Allyn worked from home with Clark while I taught in the schools for the Pregnancy Testing Center.
At 6:45 Monday morning, I had to walk out the door to teach.
Clark had been up sick 4 hrs that night. Ugh.
Allyn played Mr. Mom all day Monday. Hardcore.
7:30 text msg "C just puked all over both of us"
9:45 text msg "just lying on his back in the living room"
9:56 text msg "...nasty diaper, again"
10:55 text msg "...and now he's pooped in the bathtub"
11:15 text msg "threw up on the living room carpet."
11:17 text msg "PUKE, POOP, PUKE, POOP"
11:19 text msg "C has to be cleaned out! wont drink anything.
11:30 text msg "What's the buldozer say clark? "mama"
What's the lion say? "maamma" :(
Even after being Mr. Mom to a puking 1 year old for several days in a row,
Allyn hasn't changed his mind.
He'd choose being puked on - multiple times vs standing in front of 9th graders teaching Sex Ed.
I got the best of both worlds, being puked on at night and teaching classes by day.
As strange as it may sound - it was actually a GREAT week for both of us!
You know the weeks, when you look back and only have two words....
"Thanks God"