Throw Up Thoughts

On Thursday, myself, Abby, and Parker hopped on a plane at 9:15PM to come visit my parents in Arizona. Parker, who hadn't been feeling good for days, seemed to be in good spirits as we boarded. "Good Spirits" can be characterized as running around the airport like a madman, and driving his mother crazy. When we boarded the plane, I got the usual look from the stewardesses. You know the one that says.... "awww, they are so cute but mam, you are crazy to be flying by yourself." I dismissed "the look," sat down, and started to feel very blessed that we were lucky enough to have three seats to ourselves. (Parker was an un-ticketed passenger.) Well, it was a very good thing because right as we were taking off, Parker lost his color, and began heaving up all over my shirt what must have been a mix of airport pizza and cranberry juice. (My shirt was white by the way.)

Meanwhile, the two businessmen sitting across from us are just staring at me. I am not sure what they were thinking, but I read their expression to be... "I am so glad I don't have kids." I kindly asked them to call the stewardess to get me some napkins.

To make a long story short, I did get cleaned up, however this experience led me to some much deeper thoughts. At what point in my life did it become okay to get puked on? I mean, everyone on that plane felt so bad for me, but I didn't think it was that big of deal. That led me to think of all the other horrific things I do in a day. To name a few, wipe noses with my hand, wipe 2 different bums daily, catch chewed-up, spit-out food with my bare hand, clean up puke, pee, poop, blood, chocolate, and any other disgusting thing you can think of.

It was just then that Abby turned to Parker (now asleep on my lap) and me with a huge smile, and said, "Mommy I love you, but you and Parker are stinky. " And thats when I realized that I am the luckiest butt-wiper in the world.