kack - another sick kid and a secret tip

My poor 6-year old daughter turned into Mount Vesuvius last night ... covering her bed, wall, carpet and self with upchucked cheeseburger and greenbeans from The Outback. My poor husband discovered the scene when he went to check on her just after midnight. Imagine ... darkness, bending over said daughter's bed for a quick kiss, and ... sniff? Sniff, sniff? Oh shit.

IMAGE: The new patient, who even sick still makes you keep taking pictures until she "looks pretty" and our mongo cat, Fasah. (Keep reading, there's life-altering info for you at the end of this post.)

The poor thing had erupted and just gone back to sleep. Tim put her in the tub, which woke me up, so I started scrubbing the dried-on stuff splattering the walls.

It occurred to me I would so totally suck at cleaning up a crime scene. i get too grossed out and want to quit too fast. Tim is much more thorough. He even scrapes the solids off the comforter before throwing it in the washing machine ... while I routinely just wash the puke three or four times until it disintegrates. (I am not all about "scraping solids.")

The boys woke up this morning and mainly wanted to know where it was, what it had look like and my general estimates as to volume and color.

Because I strive to make these posts educational for everyone - beyond my family/work drama - Here's a link to how to clean up vomit stains on various surfaces in your house.