Raise your hand if your kid ever puked in the car and you actually contemplated buying a new car seat to avoid cleaning it.
That was me this weekend.
And what's sad is that it's not really about the puke. I'm a mom. Sadly puke, poop and boogers don't phase me much anymore. Rather it's the act of taking apart the car seat cover, washing it, and then spending my entire night trying to figure out how all of the covers, inserts and straps go back together, that totally overwhelms me. Amiright?
I eventually came to my senses. The upside to paying two daycare payments means you become quite fiscally responsible. So I removed, washed and miraculously put the cover and straps back together... and found 12 stale goldfish and a long lost ninja turtle figurine along the way.
Until the next time...