For the first time I caught Lucy thecutestdogever mid-squat before she was able to pee on the rug. I grabbed her to take her outside.
I had almost reached the door when I noticed she was squirming around strangely…
Suddenly: puking puppy… I’m slipping in it… and then I’m on the floor… with all three boys yelling “ARE YOU OK MOMMY?!?!”
I’m lying there with my feet and legs covered in dog puke and all I can see is 6 kid legs. I’m trying to hold the puppy (so she doesn’t EAT the vomit) while blocking the 3 inquisitive youths from getting too close in their investigations.
Mr. Plain is stunned for a minute — it really was spectacular — and then brought me some old towels.
At bedtime I found myself telling the boys stories of all the people in the family who have thrown up on me. Turns out that Mr. Plain is the only one who has yet to do so.
So at least that’s something.