I knew this moment was going to happen. I was surprised when it didn't happen two days ago, but still I knew it was coming. I just didn't think it was going to happen like this.
Randy has been out of town since 3:00 AM Monday morning and since Addison is such a Daddy's girl, she usually has a breakdown about day two of Randy being out of town. This morning (approx. 2:16 AM), Addison woke up screaming hysterically for her father. Nothing could be done to comfort her. In fact, she sat on my bed with her back to me and anytime I would speak to her, it would make her cry harder and louder (if that's possible). Finally, after about 45 minutes of crying her little eyes out, she puked! Not just puked, but projectile vomited ALL over my bed. I don't think she got the response she thought she would by throwing up because her mean mom turned on all the lights and tore her clothing off of her and threw (not literally) her into the bathtub. So, I have this puke covered little girl in a bathtub filling with water when what happens you ask? She pooped! Needless to say, I pulled Addison out of the tub and fished the poop (unconditional love right there) out of the tub and proceeded to clean the tub out with whatever cleaning products I could find. So I have a puked covered child standing in the corner of the bathroom, screaming her little guts out, while I sanitize a bathtub. Finally, I get Addison in the bathtub, clean the vomit and the poop of her and TRY and settle her down. Point of the story: WE MISS YOU, DADDY!!!