Ah, the joys of motherhood.

Mary is fighting a cold with a bad cough, which woke her up tonight about an hour after bedtime. While giving her cough syrup, her gag reflex tripped. And Mary lost her dinner. Did I mention she was sitting in the middle of my bed? *sigh*

I grabbed a dirty bath towel and mopped up the worst of dinner, got Mary a drink, stripped her out of her soiled PJs, dressed her in new ones, washed her face, and put her back to bed.

Then I escaped to the living room to finish watching CSI on the boob tube.

Then I returned to the bedroom and stripped the bed. Of course, dinner had soaked through all the sheets and everything has to be washed. I remade the bed and the comforter is now in the washer. Who knew I could be so productive after 9:30 p.m?

I think I deserve a big, fat, dripping hot fudge sundae.