This whole morning has gone like that.
Squeaks has a stomach bug. It is not even 9AM and here is how this morning has gone so far.
Woke to learn that she had blown out her entire bed (thankfully it was Hubs who discovered this, and not me, so I was spared the cleanup.)
He brought both children to me to breastfeed. In the mornings we breastfeed laying down where essentially they are each laying in the crook of my arm as they feed. It's really sweet cuddle time... usually.
A minute or two into our feed Squeaks started to projectile vomit all over me. Because of her location in the crook of my arm (essentially laying ON my arm) and Bubba on my other arm, I was pinned. She proceeded to vomit about nine times - in my face, across my boobs, into my armpit, under my back, all over my bed - you get the picture.
I cleaned her up. Scrubbed our mattress with vinegar and baking soda and decided to take a shower (because, as you will recall, I was covered in vomit) and that's when it hit me - we were now out of clean towels.
Happy Hump Day!