This past weekend, Ben and I planned to celebrate Valentine’s Day. We’d planned to go out to eat, and to go see ‘Safehouse’. Is it just me or does that movie look so bad to the bone? I could already taste the popcorn and that large coke.
Things didn’t go exactly like we planned.
Friday night we had an incredibly romantic date on the couch. PB went to bed a little early, so we had the night alllll to ourselves 😉 I laid on the left side of the couch, with toilet paper stuck up my nose to stop the drip. Ben laid on the right side of the couch wrapped up in 14 blankets. I had a sinus infection, and Ben had walking pneumonia and an ear infection.
Saturday, it got even better.
Ben and I divided our time between the couch and the bathroom. As we sat on the couch, eating leftover Chili, toilet paper sticking out of our noses, Ben looked at me and laughed and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, momma”. I rolled my eyes.
Later that night, we put PB to bed, and, as I was feeling a little better, I treated myself to a nice long bubble bath. It was 10:12 p.m. (a late night for me, I might add) I was smelling fresh and clean, and just getting ready to dry my hair when I heard an odd noise coming from PB’s room. We walked in to find PB standing in his crib, drenched in puke. He had thrown up all over himself, his bed, and his carpet. We were up with him all night. I think he managed to puke on every rug/couch/chair we owned.
At 2:14 a.m., as we were rocking him to sleep on the couch, covered in puke ourselves, watching reruns of ‘Friends’, I looked over at Ben and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, daddio!”
What else can you do but laugh?
Have a blessed Monday 🙂