Today my MIL came over to watch Colin while Mark and I were at work.
Picture me at 7:25 AM (roughly 5 minutes before she was due to arrive) rushing around making sure every last item was picked up and every surface was clean. Colin was in one of his "OMG dontyoudareputmedown!" moods so I was toting him (and a sippy cup full of milk) on my hip during my whirlwind. All the jostling around must have upset his stomach because before I knew it, he was burping. A lot. I thought "Please don't throw up" and then it happened.
Curdled whole milk spewed out of his mouth, down his bib, on to his shirt and pants...and landed right on the side of my sweater.
I handed him to my husband, who I thought would wipe him off so I could wipe myself off. Unfortunately, my husband just stood there with a dumb look on his face while I quickly wiped off my sweater. Then he kindly handed Colin back for me to wipe up. Fan-freakin'-tastic helping skills that man has.
I changed Colin's clothes faster than I ever have because I mean, I can't let my picture perfect MIL smell curled milk on him. She arrived just as I pulled the shirt over his head. Perfect timing!
Mark and I rushed around some more to get ready to leave for work and in the hustle and bustle, I forgot to change MY OWN SHIRT and I didn't even realize it until I took my coat off at work.
Now picture me sitting in my cubicle all day, every so often getting a whiff of the curdled milk.
I just hope no one noticed!
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