When the cats away…

… the children will vomit!

Paul left for Dubai yesterday.  I left Aaron at my mom so that I could take Paul to the airport.  I got back to her at about 5pm and we decided to go out for dinner.  We went to Giavanni’s in Melrose Arch and had a lovely meal, Aaron went on a tour of the kitchen much to the delight of the kitchen staff.  At about 7 we decided it was home time and I bundled the very tired boy into the car and off we went.

When we got home my hopes of a quite, uneventful evening went to hell in an itty bitty hand basket.  Aaron become hyper and started running around chasing the dogs.  He got so over-excited he had a coughing fit which led to a huge vomit all over the kitchen floor.  Cue the dogs.  They came running to try and eat it up (I know, disgusting, yet very handy) and Aaron promptly threw up on two of their heads.

I undressed Aaron, changed him and managed to get him to sleep then went to clean up the kitchen and the dogs.  Kitchen floor was easy, Jik and a wet rag and it was clean.  The dogs on the other hand, they needed a bath but it was cold, Aaron was asleep and I didn’t have the energy to bath them so I cleaned their heads with a wet cloth.  They still stink but Paul can wash them when he gets back.

I then settled down to watch Twilight and about an hour in Aaron started crying, I go and settle him and when I get back one of the bloody dogs has thrown up all over the entrance hall.

I am hoping that this was just a matter of getting all the yucky stuff out of the way and the next two nights are calm and easy going.

I really miss my husband.  So does Aaron.  Its really heartbreaking trying to tell him that daddy is not here when all he wants is his ‘Da’.

Two more sleeps and he is home!!