The White Shirt

I typically write the episodes of our life in the first person having been witness to the antics that is our family. Unfortunately, today’s story happened while I was out of town and I am sharing the story as told to me by Steven.

It was with great stress and guilt this morning that I left for the airport for a business trip as Steven stayed home with Gabe (who had diarrhea) and Grace (who was throwing up). After arriving in Birmingham, I called Steven to find out how things were going. He told me that he had been sorting clothes to wash on the bathroom floor when Gabe declared he had to pee. Poor Gabe went into pee and while standing there he ended up having an explosive episode from the other side. One of Steven’s white t-shirts fell victim. Steven scrubbed and rinsed the shirt and then sprayed it with Shout and put it to soak in the bathroom sink.

A little while later Grace woke from a nap and ran into the bathroom to vomit. She didn’t make it to the toilet but instead threw up…. yep, in the sink on top of shirt.
I couldn’t hold my laughter when Steven told me but don’t worry, he said he too had to laugh. While he was laughing, Grace declared… “Dad, you’re going to want to clean that sink.”

It will be good to be home. I need to take care of my babies and my wonderful hubby!