Friday nightmares

Friday morning was a long morning. Gavin was grouchy at breakfast and complained about everything he was eating and saying his stomach hurt. I have found Gavin is a slight Hypochondriac and treat all his ailments as such. I ignore them unless I can see a true sickness in his eyes. With this in mind, I set the timer, which is totally normal when it comes to Gavin and his mealtimes, and told him to hurry up and eat.
We left for Quinten's Preschool and listened to music and the boys played with some sort of superhero in the backseat.
We get to Quinten's classroom and low and behold a parents nightmare comes true. Gavin throws up all over the classroom rug! TWICE! Yes, I wasn't the smart Mom who puts a trashcan in front of her child after the first time. That teacher probably thought I was an idiot.
So I have Gavin wash his hands (he tried to catch his accident) and we went on our way. After getting home, Gavin is bouncing around like he always does, more so because David was off and he was happy. He threw up four more times through out the day, all of which were in a controlled environment-a plastic tub! The only positive part of the day was his 3 1/2 hour nap.
Thank goodness that is over. I was told once by a friend that you can't consider yourself a Mom until you have caught throw up in your hands. I have done this several times. I wonder if it pertains to Dad's also......