Eau de vomitus

What do you do when you know that the child in her car seat is going to vomit and yet you are safely buckled in the front seat as required by law when in a moving car?

Precisely. I saw it coming and yet couldn't catch her in time. Despite my supersonic dump-the-shopping-bag-content-while-releasing-safety-belt-buckle-and-turn-squat-reach-from-front-seat maneuver, it was still TOO late.

Aiya. Chunks of slimy phelgm all over the dress, fingers and the car seat belt. Not to mention the smell. And having to listen to her wails of agnoy of being awaken from her nap. By her own cough, I should add.

Poor kid. Poor me. Seriously. Who needs Eau de Perfume when we have Eau de vomitus? Sometimes, I can't help but admire yummy mummies who can be groomed down to the last toe hair (obviously those have been waxed away!) and yet be seen with their prestine, snot-and-bogger-free children in public.

Did I miss out on some yummy mummy gene? What happened there?

I'll let you know when I find out.

For now, I have to put my 3 year old who's been complaining how rough the bedsheet is and how she needs to lie on my lap to fall asleep child to bed. While in the clothes that had been soiled by her earlier in the day. My consolation is that at least she's phelgm free...for now.