You know those “living the dream” moments? This wasn’t one of them…
My day started (at 2 in the morning) with an excessive amount of milk barf sprayed ALL OVER ME. I’m talking like 8 ounces of milk projectile vomited right down (and all over) my shirt.
Okay. No biggy. I got up, changed my clothes and continued our normal routine of milk and sleep.
Later that day, we played the barf on mommy game again. Just as much milk. Time for another wardrobe change for mommy.