This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Clorox
In the entire 13 years I have been a Mom there have been many Ickies Clorox moments. From my daughter removing her dirty diaper and hugging it saying she “loves” her diaper during the potty training. Or my son so not wanting to sleep on his own bed and screaming until he made himself sick all over his crib, which was a regular occurrence in our house. Apparently the puking was genetic because my mother in law informed me, my husband Jeff was a puker also.. now know as reflux. One of the most ickies stories that I will always remember and can’t wait to share with my sons children someday is..
My son was about a year. We were living in South Florida. It was winter, February to be exact, so the temperature was prefect 78 degrees no jacket needed. My husband and I were year in starting to get the hang of this parenting thing. My in-laws and their best friends were visiting from up north, they were snow birds. Only coming to Florida to escape the snow and see there precious 1st grandchild, our son.
When my in laws visited, we always enjoyed eating out. I was working, happy to have a night off from cooking. That night all 6 adults and 1 small child piled in to my inlaws mini van headed to a popular pasta chain. The restaurant as most in South Florida was very busy with all the winter transplants.
We waited the 40 excruciatingly long minutes to get a table. My mother in-law walked with my son to get his impatient toddlers energy out. My son was so excited to go out to eat with his Nana and PopPop, but was very tired of waiting.
When we finally, walked to the table located in the back or the restaurant, weaving through crowded waiting area, past the busy bar, through the servers station, up a ram and near the kitchen we finally arrived at our table. When we sat, I fed the impatient boy some bread stick pieces, and order his pasta. Which the server was kind enough to bring to our table quickly.
I never understood the reasoning behind feeding the kids before the adults. To me it always meant the adults had to hurry up and eat because the impatient kids never want to sit still till the parents finished meal. So parents never get to enjoyed the meal. It just never made any sense to me.. sounded like an idea of someone who did not have kids came up with.
So on this night, my son ate his pasta early and was squirming in is restaurant high chair. If you know keeping a 1 year old in a highchair after they are done eating is no easy feet. So my son begin to cry, and put up a fuss. We decided to break the seal and release him from the seat.
Yea .. not the brightest of moves, but the toys I brought were not cutting it.
My son, was then pass around the table to all 6 adults, as he refused to sit and want to run. Finally, ending up on my husband Jeffs lap, wining wiggling..then doing that full body rag doll thing that 1 years old do..when they want their way.
Then it happened… while sitting on Jeff’s lap…
My son threw up his entire meal of red tomato sauce, pasta, and many bread sticks on all over my husband’s pants, shirt, running down his arms, neck, and back. Just think that scene from “The Exorcist.”
Yea, Pasta Puke.. not a pretty sight.. you get the visual.
At this point in the story my husband Jeff will be know as “Pasta Puke Dad.”
“Pasta Puke Dad” retreated to the bathroom covered in pasta puke, from back or the restaurant near the kitchen, down the ramp, through the servers station, past busy bar, weaving through packed waiting area, to the bathroom located at the entrance of this popular pasta chain.
Now you would think at this point one of us 5 remaining adults, would think check on “Pasta Puke Dad” .. BUT NO we sat their fawning over my beautiful exorcist baby.
So about 5-10 minutes later “Pasta Puke Dad” walks SHIRTLESS weaved through crowded waiting area, past the busy bar, through the servers station, up the ramp, to our table located near kitchen.
Since he did not drive, “Pasta Puke Dad” had no keys, no phone, returned Shirtless.. To get a keys for the mini van.
Yea he was not happy and not thrilled with us..
“Pasta Puke Dad” then stormed with pasta puke shirt in hand and puke on his pants, from back of the restaurant near the kitchen , down the ramp, through the servers station, past the busy bar, weaving through crowded waiting area, and out the front door of the restaurant.
Needless to say it was a very Ickies moment and very much a Clorox moment.
Now when we talk about kids and gross things.. the story of Jeff always comes up.. someday it will be “Remember that time Jeff went shirtless through the Olive Garden.”
That night and many since I cant live without my Clorox laundry items.. It removed tomato sauce puke and many more over the years. Currently my Clorox moment are because with a 13 hello stinky socks and tees.. teen B.O. is the worst. Thanks Clorox.. my house is clean and free of the smells ickies of parenting.
What is your #Ickie moment? Clorox is there to help you though these Pasta Puke Dad moments. To me Clorrox was the only way to deal with this ickie moment of many in the 13 years of parenting #ickie Clorox Moments.
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This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Clorox.
