Have you ever herd your kids call your name in the middle of the night and just ignored their calls? Well, that’s what I did at 5:20 am this morning, and I wish I hadn’t!
Me: (In my head) Ignore him.
Aidan: “MAMA, MAMA, MAMA”
Me: Still not going to answer him.
Aidan starts making spitting and choking sounds. So Chris gets up.
Aidan: “Daddy, I barf.”
Chris: “I see that.”
We get him cleaned up. Not 20 minutes later he throws up all over his bedroom floor, so I get that mess all cleaned up. Chris goes and gets him a pan to puke “in just in case“. Guess what? Aidan’s scared of the pan. Wanna know why? It’s black! WTF? He loves black women, but not black pans? He doesn’t mind that I cook in it, but he doesn’t want it in his bed.
Needless to say. It’s only 11:39am, and I feel like I’ve been thrown the ringer.
Side note~ Aidan asked for Mac n’ Cheese for dinner last night. Once I made it he didn’t want it anymore. So I made him sit there and eat half of it. I will NEVER ever make my kids eat if they don’t want to ever again… I know that me making him eat that Mac n’ Cheese is what made him sick. I am so mad at myself for doing that to him.