Long time readers and life-long empathizers will immediately feel my pain: Tonight, Nico threw-up ALL OVER ME. He’s been very congested and resistant to taking medicine and suctioning his nose. We tried to strong arm him into cooperating, a plan that failed miserably. One minute I am trying to give him a Triaminic Thin Strip, and the next I am watching a geyser explode out of him from a distance of 3 inches. I was hit on my chin, neck, chest, arm, hands, leg, and left foot. And by hit, I mean flatly bitch-slapped and called names.
AS I WAS MELTING LIKE THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST, I screamed for the Mister to help me (he was right behind me, and had no idea Nicholas was erupting like Mount Vesuvius). When it was over, Nico took a bath and I took a shower. I also ate 5 cookies. 7 points.