Warning reader: This post is not about making soap, but about using it! And you’ll need to have an iron stomach to read it. If you’ve just eaten, you might want to come back later! Continue reading at your own risk…
It was an eventful morning at my house! Madelynn, one of my triplets, was acting kind of strange when she woke up. She didn’t really act like she wanted her bottle of milk, but she drank about half of it as I was changing her diaper. She pushed the rest of her bottle away, and I got her dressed for the day.
Just as I was standing her up to finish pulling up her pants, she started gagging and throwing up. Not just a little bit either; she heaved 4 times. She hurled chunks in my hair. All through my very long hair. Down her front, between her toes, down my front, into my shirt and pooled in my bra, all over the changing table and the floor. And it was gross curdled milk from the night before, plus the new milk she just drank. Absolutely disgusting.
Thankfully, my oldest daughter was already gone to preschool. But the other 2 triplets were already up and running. And the hubs was already at work. Mind you, I have a really strong stomach. Three of my 4 kids were avid spitter-uppers, and I use cloth diapers. I clean up grossness all the time! But these chunks in my hair were simply too much to handle! The stench so near my nose was overwhelming. And I couldn’t just jump in the shower with no one else around to watch the babes. So I felt like I had no choice but to get us all clean. I stripped Madelynn and myself down to our skivvies and headed for the bathroom. Chloe and Annabelle followed us right in and we all took a bath/shower! That’s a first! Three slippery babies and one mommy in the tub.
When my husband does something cool or funny, he always tells me that he reeks of awesomeness. I’ve decided that I reek of bravery. Or maybe stupidity… I reek at any rate. We were all 4 in the tub for over half an hour. Of course, my hair was the first thing to get cleaned! Then I held each one up into the stream of the shower. They were totally shocked and kind of scared of it. They all wanted to be in my arms, so they each cried while I held another. I ended up just filling the tub and sitting in there with them, trying to wash them all. Madi tried to eat the Monkey Farts bar of soap twice, and they all had fun chasing the soap around under the water. It was actually kind of fun, and we had lots of laughs. I had to refill the tub once because it got so cold. And I had to scramble to get myself clean, but no more chunks in my hair is worth it! Now, getting us all out and dry…that’s another story for another day. Never a dull moment around here!
Quite an interesting start to the day I’d say! Boy, am I thankful for soap!?! And I’m thankful that I can laugh when things like this happen. All in all, I must say that I wouldn’t miss this for anything in the world!