Friday, June 3, 2011

The Laundry Saga and Vomitrocious

Remember our swimming adventure last Sunday?  Well, one of my children decided to throw her wet pond clothes in with all of our dirty clothes while camping...in a plastic bag.

Luckily I had discovered the wet clothes before they were soaked into everything else, and laid them on the merry go round to dry....


The other child simply wore hers until they were dry.  She said it felt better to be wet.

Fast forward to Monday  morning.  Studmuffin asked where I wanted the girls clothes.  "I have theirs in a separate plastic bag.  Put it in Mom's car since they are going home with her, and she may need extra clothes."

I finally got around to doing laundry Tuesday morning.  And I discovered not only our laundry, but the separate bag of the girls clothes.  I rolled my eyes and washed them with everything else, deciding Mom has a washing machine, so she could wash some if they needed...

As I was folding clothes, a curious thing occurred.  There were no clothes for one of my children.  Only one lone pair of socks.  Matched, even!  That is a small miracle around here...

I met my folks to get the girls Wednesday night.  I voiced my thoughts on the lack of clothes for one child.  Mom said, "Oh, I washed all of their clothes this morning, but Bookworm showed me some that hadn't made it to the dirty clothes.  She put them in a plastic bag."  What a mom!  Still doing laundry for me 35 years later...

We had some drama with puking driving down the interstate, (let's just say that you should never leave home without a 44 ounce plastic up and a plastic bag to catch the overflow....I kid you not) and by the time we got home I had to drop off the girls and head straight to choir.  I failed to unload their luggage from my car.

Wait! 

I must stop and chase this bunny trail I started...We're driving down the road.  My child yells, "I'm going to be sick."  I grab the cup and thrust it at her...She pukes and pukes and pukes...I yell at her sister to "Unbuckle and find a plastic bag!"  She finds one thrown in the very back.  Just in the nick of time she clamors over the seat and gets it under her sister's face as the cup begins to overflow...

Did you realize there were no exits where we were?  Call me crazy, but I just did not feel safe pulling over on the shoulder of the interstate with high winds whipping the trucks all over the road...

We rode with a cup and bag full of puke for several miles.  The smell was quite enjoyable.   I spied an exit with a Denny's sign...I pulled right off, circled around to the back of that lovely establishement, located the dumpsters, and dumped my cup of puke and bag of puke...

*gag*

I forced myself to take some wet wipes and clean the cup in case she felt the need to cast up her accounts again...

*gag*

Returning to topic:

Thursday I told the girls to unpack.  I mentioned that I was thankful that their grandma washed all their laundry, so they just had to unpack...

Guess what?  "Grandma didn't wash any of our clothes" said a certain child.  Surprisingly enough, this was the very child who only had one lone pair of socks in the laundry I had washed.  It turns out this child had thrown every piece of clothing she'd worn on the camping trip and at her grandparents back in her bag.  So naturally it did not get washed.  She carried her bag into her room, and was going to pull out "what is still clean." 

OH THE AROMA!!! 

That bag stunk to high heaven.  I pulled everything out, threw it all in the wash and sprayed her luggage down with some lavender linen spray...

By the time this chore was completed, the guilty child was putting away the dishes.  I went to give her a hug and tell her how glad I was to have her home with me today.  "Even if you do bring home a stinky bag of clothes."  She started to giggle.

And she giggled some more. 

And some more.  I decided I was suspicious of the amount of laughter my statement engendered...

Naturally I asked "What's so funny?"

"I tooted while you were hugging me" she shouted gleefully.

"You. Are.  Disgusting."

And she about fell over laughing.

This is the life I'm living, Gentle Reader.

Clearly.  Disgusting.

5 comments:

Dawn said...

I'm pretty sure I know who the tooter was! She's too funny! word verification--afful aka awful! as in smell, as in puke, as in pond water swimming suit!

Sarah (Castor) Kamolz said...

THAT IS DISGUSTING!!! HAHA! What a wonderful life you live! :D Love you all!

Marilyn said...

Actually, I emptied out one girls bag and washed her clothes (unknown to her) so they weren't all dirty. Just the ones she put in there later. Even underwear, She always wore flip flops so....no socks.

Freckled Hen said...

Gross! But funny! At least you have stories to tell when she is older. One of my girls has a much larger gross file than the other two.

NaomiG said...

Hahaha! My kids do that fart thing too. I also posted a vomit story today-thankfully it wasn't near the amount you had. That's crazy!