And those were the words I woke up to this morning.
As usual, I was in my morning stupor. My husband leaned over me around 5:30am and gave me the news. And that was how the day began.
As I sat in bed, I began to already change the plans for the day. I was unsure how sick Potter really was at that point, so I decided in order to avoid the hustle and bustle of the morning, we would forget about the gym.
I entered the shower realizing this would be the only "Me" time of the day. For as soon as I emerged I would have to have my Super cape attached, and be able to leap buildings in a single bound.
Scooter was already sitting up in bed at 6:15. He is always a delight in the morning. Like clockwork, he attempts every day to convince me of the importance for children to consume Pop Tarts as their morning breakfast. Again it is followed by a silly attempt on my part to explain the Food Pyramid to a five year old. The only thing I really have on my side at this time in the morning is size. Mom: 1, Scooter: 0.
When I walk in to check on Potter, I'm greeted by a mysterious smell. Well, as luck would have it, Husbands do indeed wake up in he middle of the night and change sheets. They just forget to bring the soiled ones down to the Laundry Room.
And so the saga continues. It is now 7:39am, and Potter has been vomit free so far. Here's hoping that luck continues.
As for Me, well I guess I have some Febreezing to do.