And the Award Goes To....

Not me! Mother of the Year will definately pass by me again this year.

Twink B was VERY grouchy all day yesterday. I chalked it up to being tired. I made him go to his room because he was being mean to his brother. I told him he had to stay in his room until he stopped yelling (he was throwing a bit of a tantrum), so until he could be quiet for five consecutive minutes he would need to stay in his room. Well, half an hour later he was still yelling "MOM I NEED YOU. MOMMY COME HERE...MOOOOOMMMMMMMM". Finally after about forty minutes of this nonsense I went back upstairs, and I admit I was a little grouchy at this point. Thinking to myself, for the love of God he is five years old, plenty old enough to just deal with his time out and move on.

Until I rounded the corner to his room. The reason he was grouchy all day wasn't because he was tired, it was because the dreaded stomach flu had hit him. The poor kid had puked on himself and the floor and that was why he was yelling for me. Not because he was not listening to me and dealing with his time out, but because he had puked all over the place. I felt like shit. Lower than shit. I felt like the parasite that lives on the shit. AWFUL.

So I cleaned him up, apologized profusely. Put him in jammies, held his little head whilst he continued to puke for another four hours and went to bed with him last night. I hope he isn't scarred by this event. I know I am.