You Know It's Love...

when you make a vomit bowl out of your hands. Instinctively. Because even 75% still asleep, you know that puking is upsetting enough but soiling the Princess pajamas, well, that will send the crying, vomiting 4 year old right over the edge.

That's right. A vomit bowl. Made out of my cupped hands. At 5:24 a.m. A time I would normally roll back over and risk wetting the bed rather than getting out from under my cozy, warm covers to tinkle.

The puke was basically water so at least I didn't get, you know, CHUNKS under my nails. But still. Vomit bowl. My hands.

I really hope Natalie remembers my sacrifice when I am very old and in danger of wetting the bed all of the time.