"I don't think you understand what kind of day I've had."
This is what I told my sweet husband when I picked him up from class yesterday and he mistakenly asked how my morning had been. Now I fully recognize that for most of you FIVE star Moms out there (namely, my Mom and Mother-in-law) this is another walk in the park, but this being my first 'official' induction into the annals of blessed motherhood, I hope you'll afford me this one.
Yesterday morning started at 5 a.m. with Colton puking over every visible substance within a five foot radius, followed by five subsequent hours of the same, followed by and continuing today with the worst diarrhea I've seen thus far from him.
After my initial three laundry loads washed in an attempt to reconstruct what was his bedding, he followed it up with an EXPLODED diaper that went all over the jammies, the rug, the floor, the cupboards, the shower, the towel, and ME. Yay!
So after FIVE laundry loads, TWENTY plus diaper changes, a disinfected bathroom and FOUR outfit changes (one for myself) we are back to normal (sort of) today.
Honestly, I was laughing most of the time thinking about how I've finally got my come-upons on this one and I share this not only to make our folks laugh in recalling their days of glory in the sick kids department but to offer up a heartfelt THANK YOU for their love and care. I remembered as I rocked Colt yesterday morning that no one comforts us like Mom and that this is what it is all about--this might be one of the first, but definitely not the last episodes like this so bring on the laundry, the diapers, the dishes and more. Thanks Mom and Dad--we don't know how you did it!

**Due to the graphic nature of the photos related directly to the events described, the author has included the photo pictured from an event previous to such.