Vomit - Just what I wanted to wear today

Something happened to me today, which I wish did not happen.

The past week Drew has been waking up very early in the morning, around 6:30-6:45am. Upon his early and alert wakening, he says he is starving. Probably due to the fact that he hasn't eaten much of dinner because he sneaks snacks while I am cooking dinner. Apparently the boy can't wait until dinner is ready. So every morning he complains that he is starving. To shut him up, I take him downstairs, pour him a bowl of cereal and turn on cartoons to eek whatever sleep I can get out for the rest of the morning - which isn't a lot.

Last night before bed I explained to Drew that we were going to our church for a Christmas breakfast and for fun activities and a program. I was very clear when I told him that I didn't want him to ask me for breakfast in the morning because we will be going to the church to eat. Well, this morning was like every other. He did although sleep in until 7:15, probably because I put him to bed later than usual. He woke up and came to my room. Hopped into bed with me to snuggle for a bit, then proceeded to ruin the warm, cuddly moment when and said he was starving and his tummy hurt and he wanted food. I kindly reminded him that we were going to the church. He proceeded to complain for the next 30 minutes of how hungry he was. I had enough of his whining, so we agreed that he would have a 1/2 banana and 1 slice of banana bread until we get to the church.

We left for church, and he was still whining a bit, but less than before. On the way, he fell asleep and we had to wake him up to go into church. While there, we sat down for breakfast and Drew sat on my lap. He said he didn't want to eat, so I proceeded to eat my yummy breakfast. About 10 minutes into eating, all of a sudden Drew puked all over myself on my shirt, pants, purse, gloves and the floor. Bananas were strewn all over the place. I looked at Jeff and he said, "Well, I think it's time to go." We tried to clean it all up so no one would have to endure the stench of vomit more than needed- I'm sure there were many people around us that could smell it, but they all sat there in the same spot - or they didn't notice at all. We got cleaned up and I carried Drew out the church and we all headed home.

When we got home, Haley tells me that I had banana puke on my backside in between my thighs. Wonderful. So as I was leaving the church, everyone behind me who may have looked had an interesting view.

When we got home, I took a shower to get the puke off as it had soaked through my clothes and under clothes. I put Drew in his bed and he restfully took a nice long nap. When he woke, he was perfectly fine. Today he has eaten a great lunch and dinner and has been asking for treats. He has even been jumping off our furniture, so he definitely must be feeling better.

Drew, I love you, even during those moments when you throw up on me...but next time, please warn me ahead of time so I can prepare for a vomit moment. This is definitely a moment not to forget, the love a mother who will wear her son's vomit out in public.