When my little girl was very little she spit up a lot. So much so that we kind of nicknamed her “Chunks.” Gross, right? Thankfully, she outgrew that and life has been good.

Sadly, the gross-ness of motherhood hasn’t left our house yet. Here are just a few of the nasty things that I’ve lived through in the past few days:

The bottle… several days later. I think this happens to everyone. Somehow a bottle (full or partially full) of milk slides itself under a dresser or under a car seat. You don’t even know it’s missing until you happen upon it. If it’s a clear bottle the chunks are easily visible. The question immediately comes to mind, “Should I just throw it away?” In my case, I’m leaving it up to dear husband. If he’s up for opening the can of stank, then he can put it in the dishwasher and hope for the best.

Back to baby spit-up. When babies are small, they have small spit up (in most cases). As a one year old, they’ve got more room in their belly, hence more juice. The other night I had given the baby some milk before bed. She had her head on my chest so sweetly then put her head up, looked at me, then heaved her vomit all over my chest. The crazy thing is how helpless you feel when this happens. I was afraid to move because I didn’t want the yuck to hit the floor, yet if we didn’t get separated soon, the goo would clearly solidify and stick us together. After yelling for assistance from my honey, I got an unexpected shower out of the deal and went to bed 3 times more traumatized than she.

Speaking of gross… somebody smells like they need a new diaper… GROSS!