#8 – There is dependably a first time for everything
The first occasion when you get another person’s vomit in your grasp, on purpose. When I was in school, my BFF and I lived with a person who once got so tanked that he hurled in our washing machine. Don’t ask. The point is that before you have children, you attempt your hardest to get the hellfire off the beaten path when somebody vomits. When you have children? You’re all of a sudden connecting with attempt to catch it. Why? I have no clue. It’s a mothering reflex. There’s not at all like holding a debilitated infant in your lap as he shouts for you, and understanding that you have to give him a chance to vomit on you since he won’t let go of your neck.