When I signed up for motherhood I knew a lot of crazy stuff would happen--I've heard stories, I've read books. But tonight I experienced something I honestly never thought REALLY happened. Like, it was some sort of urban legend or an exaggerated tale handed down from generation from generation, with juicy bits added here and there.
Well tonight my friends, Theo puked in my purse. And not just ANY purse, but the purse I named and won at Handbag Heaven. And the kicker is I didn't even know about it for a few hours. It was exactly like you see on TV, where the clueless mom is chattering away and sticks her hand in to get something and it is then and ONLY then that she finds the hork her lovely child left for her.
Yeah, that was me.
I guess GMAC will get a nice surprise when our car payment check smells like curdled milk.