My friend Nota Supermom mentioned on her blog recently that her floor smells like cat food.  Mine does too.  Because in the course of one day, the cats managed to knock over the container the kids left out, spilled their food all over the floor, then ate half of it, then proceed to vomit it all back up all over the floor.

Yeah.  Some days are like that.

There was this one time when my youngest son had rotavirus, and he threw up every other day for about 5 weeks. After the first couple weeks, I got good at seeing the signs.  It's like Elimination Communication.  I would just sense he was going to blow chunks, and I'd jump up and grab a bowl and stick it under his face.  My gay best friend was sitting at my table eating supper when I demonstrated my prowess, about halfway through the virus. He was so impressed and to this day thinks I'm some kind of clairvoyant.

That's us moms.  The puke whisperers.