The Puke Countdown

4. That's how many times Ellie puked last night (and, coincidentally, the number of hours of sleep that I got!)

3. That's what time the puking began.

2. That's how many times she puked in her bed, and also how many times she puked in the living room. And how many times I changed her bedding before giving up and putting her on the sofa with a puke bowl. (Shout-out to Mom and Kayleigh who may fondly remember the puke bowl.)

1. Thats how many sheets I had for Ellie's bed, how many times Eva peed on my side of the bed before the whole puking fiasco began, and on a scale of one to ten, that's how good I felt this morning when I had to get up for work.

Sheets. That's what I wanted at 2 am when Eva peed like a liter all over my side of the bed in the split second when I was switching one diaper out for another. But our only spare sheets are at Mom and Dad's house, in a suitcase that doesn't fit anywhere in our house. Nice.

Sheets were what I would have paid a million dollars for last night.
King sized ones for our bed. Twin ones for Ellie's bed.

Pee is nasty.... but I hate puke.