I’m sure there’s one in every family. It’s the person who can find any other place but the appropriate place to puke. I was the incompetent puker in my family, and I’m sure today’s experience was the answer to a small prayer my mom probably sent up twenty years ago.
I was awoken to the sound of my eldest doing her “panic cry because I feel like I’m going to throw up” sound. Then I hear my youngest asking her if she’s okay, and I realize she’s still laying in her bed. I yell for her to get to the bathroom, and for the next hour and a half, I continue to encourage her that if she feels like she might get sick, to do the same. This week being STAR testing at the school, I also try to encourage her to feel well enough to take her test and then she can come home. She’s not running a fever, just feeling a little nauseas. We all pile into the car to go to school, which is literally 2 minutes away, and as soon as I back out of the driveway she starts it. She makes it into her cupped hand, so I hand her an entire roll of paper towels. She then proceeds to hold the paper towels in one hand, the “cupped” hand still existing, and pukes all over her lap. NICE! It’s hard not to get mad at this sight and feel bad for her all at the same time. Geesh! Esther’s backpack became a casualty in the process, so she took her lunch box and proudly bragged to her friends on the playground that Abigail had thrown up all over her backpack. Also nice!
So, after a bath, she seems to be feeling fine at the moment. Still no fever or anything. The real test will come when she eats/drinks something again. I’m counting my blessings, because my incompetent puker didn’t require me to hire a carpet cleaning company like someone else’s. 
