a.m. surprise

Here is the (extended for your reading pleasure version) email I sent the husband and Boops on Sunday morning. He was in Vegas at a "conference". Her kids were about to hang with my kids for Superbowl Sunday festivities.

So, I wake up and am so happy because I am quietly alone and no one snored or bed hogged or stole the blanket last night. I take a shower, get dressed, dry my hair, the kids are asleep and it's so delightfully quiet in the house. Not even devil dog is whining.

And I think how perfect it is.
Just what I wished for.

I go to check on the boys and Josh in the bathroom. I help him clean up and we go into his room and there is a smell. I look around and I don't see anything. But I can't get past the smell, it's a food smell, (I am sureof that) and I keep looking around and I don't see anything. I ask Josh if there is food in his room because I think that maybe he went downstairs and got the left over pizza from last night and brought it upstairs because that is what it smells like. There is a tomato sauce smell. Meanwhile, Josh is all casual, lying on his side reading a book and he says there isn't any food in the room, and he's all about relaxing comfortably, he keeps flipping through the book, and I continue to scan the room insearch of the smell until I finally take a deep breath, brace myself, and ask the 64 million dollar question that brings all sorts of dread and yuck to my life I say DID YOU VOMIT?

Josh looks up. He tilts his head in thought. Then recall apears in his expression.

And Josh, cool as a cucumber, says, "Oh, yeah, I vomited last night. I vomited down the crack" And he resumes reading , until I suppressing the kind of panic only a mother of boys can know, I ask which crack (butt crack?) and he proceeds to point to the space between his bed and the wall. The space that has some wiggle room because the baseboard heater is along that wall. The space that is now covered with barely digested pasta in tomato sauce that has been baking in the heat of the baseboard heater for the past 12 hours. The not in the least digested but very finely chewed pasta and sauce are all over the hidden side of his bedding, the wall, the baseboard heater (including inside where the heat coils are), and the floor. That space. That dried on baked on aromatic space.

Not a pretty site. Not an easy clean. Anyone recall college days and leaving a pasta sauce plate like that in the sink for a week or three? Anyone ever recall considering just tossing a plate like that ever?

What a fu..........n morning.

Comments

[Jennifer]

that really bites the big one!! damn I wouldn't even know where or how to begin to clean that. what a nightmare!! i would not be a happy mama right now if i were you. :(
hope you didn't have too rough of a time doing this. i'm thinking of how my son's room is set up... bed right up next to wall w/ baseboard on it.. YUCK!! maybe i should have the "if you are going to puke in your bed" talk... aim for the open floor in your bed... not the wall!!
UHHH!! Good luck!! how much is new baseboard anyway??? ;)
Hugs, jenn

[clickmom]

I suggest keeping the wastebasket right next to his bed and having that chat. pronto.
Our cheapo baseboards come apart, so I put the big removable pieces in the shower and the
baked on marinara sauce was so hard and dry I could actually scrape it off of
the insides of the heater. shudder.

[Sandy (Momisodes)]

Oh dear....I'm so sorry. That sounds awful. I hate scrubbing that stuff off from plates, I just can't imagine.

I hope the baseboards aren't too damaged. :(

[Marlee]

No. f'ing. WAY!!!! You might just have to move.

[Candi]

OMG, no way. He did not! Oh my! You should have gave him a bucket of hot water and a rag and said, have at it buddy!

Hope you are feeling better? If you got sick, you should have made Josh clean if for fun, lol! Just kidding ya.