Oceana went to sleep easily enough. Matt and I played a game of Life - which is fun, except that against my husband I win about 15% of the time. How's that for his ego-stroke. Blah... :) Haha.
Matt came down with a migraine-ish headache and went to bed early. So I finally fell in bed, like usual around 12. Around 2 or 3 we heard Oceana crying and Matt said "Just let her be for a few minutes". I did, but then I realized she was banging on her door - so I went in to put her back in bed. As I set her back on her bed I touched something wet. My initial reaction was - "Oh no, the diaper blew up."
Boy was I wrong.
I went to turn on the light, and suddenly saw IT.
OH MY GOSH!
So, let's just say that I stripped the sheets off the bed, rolled them into a pile by her bedroom door, picked her up, took her downstairs, stripped her, and put her in the shower (poor kid - a 3am shower is a bit of a shock to the system). The shower was necessary because apparently she had "spewed" earlier in the night so - for lack of a better term - it was caking. UGH. But the shower woke her up. Now, I was exhausted - but oh well.
We curled up on the couch together (coz heck if a potential-puker's going in MY BED) and watched 2 Weeks Notice (she did - I slept on-and-off). I was vaguely aware of Matt getting up and getting her dressed, giving her another shower, and getting her settled before he went to work.
She hurled twice more. Blah.
But the goooooood news is - it was sunny today. So it's all clean (except one load that didn't make it on the line).
I took Oceana for a walk this afternoon and got carried away. We ended up at the office and I said we weren't leaving - coz I was too tired to walk home. I worked for about an hour and then went home with Matti.
Tuna Noodle Casserole's calling my name.