Kids warn you that they are going to be messy. It starts with labour (mucus plug anyone?), continues on with post baby whatnot downstairs (but this time accompanied by either pukey baby or flying pee baby), then there are the projectile moments when trying new food, vomit in the middle of the night, car sick toddler, sticky hands on clean pants child in the morning followed closely by melted chocolate child who rubs their face on your white t-shirt.
So what I am about to say might sound a bit trite.
I am AMAZED at how many times I have been vomited on. I am stunned by the amount of pee that has entered into my washing machine. I am flommuxed about all of the snot that invariably finds & dries on my pants. I am shocked that I even attempt to leave the house (day after day) in the same clothes I started out in.
The kids are at the perfect hight to get me from ankle to shoulder with whatever substance they seem to be willing to share. As noted above this can include body fluids, food and art supplies.
The next time someone tries to wipe something off my shirt, then pulls away their hand and says "Ohhh.... it is cheese." I am going to haul out my Tide Pen and give them a piece of my mind!
There were warnings! Beware!
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