I hate spew

Oh. My. Goodness. Remember when Aaron and I were at the Gold Coast  and Hannah chucked all over the rental car. And then YaYa’s house, and then had to go to the hospital? You can read about it here.

Well, that pretty much happened again this morning, without the hospital part. Only this time, it was our car. Yeah, our WRX that we only just got paid off. The one that I referred to in my post  only a week ago. Specifically I referred to the car saying that when I take the kids to the doctor I hope they don’t vomit all over the leather interior. Sigh.

Oh, and this time, I had the kids all by myself. I had just pulled into the parking lot at the gym when some dodgy sounding burp-ish noises erupted from the back seat.

“Are you ok?” I asked Hannah.

“Yeah.” She told me.

And then the vomiting started. Just like the Gold Coast. Not once, not twice. Three times in quick sucession. It was everywhere. Ick. Churns my stomach just thinking about it. Did I mention that I have a vomit phobia? I looked it up once, it even has a name: emetophobia.

Oh. My. Gosh. What was I going to do? I was all by myself with 2 kids in the car, one covered in vomit. I don’t like dealing with vomit ever. Not even when it’s mine. Ick.

But even if I wanted to deal with it, what would I do with Daniel while I cleaned Hannah up? What would I do with Hannah while I cleaned the car and car seat up? Sigh. I can’t just put them in the house (er..apartment). You can’t see the garage area from our apartment, it’s at the back and we live at the front. I can’t just put Daniel in the house by himself.

Nope, I couldn’t do it on my own. So I called for back up.

“Boo (that’s Aaron, my husband in case you’re new here), I need to pick you up. There’s vomit everywhere and we’re in the car.”

Luckily he was only about 2 streets over, running. 17kms finished from the 22 he was intending to run. Oh well, more important matters at hand.

“I think my unicorn pillow needs a little wash.” Hannah told me as she sat there, covered nearly head to toe in her own disgusting vomit.

Then the front car seat was covered in Boo sweat, the back covered in vomit. Ick.

Thanks Boo for cleaning it all up.

Maybe next time, when Hannah tells me her stomach doesn’t feel well, I’ll turn around quick smart and high tail it home.

Ok, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Ever.

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