Random Puke

Last night as I was heading upstairs to go to bed, I heard my daughter cry out 'Daddeeeee!' & I knew something was wrong. It wasn't the usual I-Don't-Want-to-Stay-in-Bed whine. I ran upstairs just in time to see that she had already urped a little on her pj's, and then she really let it rip all over the carpet. The only thing I could think to do was put her in the bathtub. Good thing, too, because she wasn't done puking. As if that wasn't enough, while hubby was peeling off her wet socks, he scraped a burn she had on her ankle from her rubber boots (rubber boots+bootie socks=bad) and it started to bleed. I mean *really* bleed, like running down her leg and onto the bath mat. So we had barf in the hallway, barf in the bathtub, blood on the bath mat & towels, and a wailing baby in the bedroom. My god, what a comedy of errors! Thankfully, she managed not to puke in her bed.
So, today the wound on her ankle is inflamed & infected, and she's limping and crying that it hurts to walk. And, we drove out of a store parking lot and down the street before I realized she didn't have her seatbelt on. I should just stop being a parent now before something really bad happens.
At least I got socks on sale at the Hanna Andersson outlet.