A tall glass of vino and baby barf. UGH!

So I am amazed at the ability of this lil' small person, all of 18 months old, who tears ass all over my house, happy as can be -------when the sun is up, not a hint of sickness on her sweet breath. Mommy sits quietly with a cool crisp glass of pinot and the TV, in a quiet house - totally uninterrupted. LIFE IS GOOD. Midnight approaches and I saunter to bed, ready to fall into a deep comfy rest knowing that I have the next two days off. THEN ---- OUT OF NOWHERE ------barf.....
I hear the bean crying and think that its just a bad dream. It continues. So I get out of bed and as i approach the hallway i detect a very sour stench.....the kind of odor that we as mom's pick up on rooms away. I crack the door and it hits me like a freight train. BABY BARF.......and a sweet lil bean saying "hiiiii mama......uck....." with it mashed between her fingers.  Wonderful. So with a total of 1 hour and 23 minutes sleep I was bathing a puke covered bean at o' dark thirty.

So now we are both clean and i take Bean into the other room and prepare for a night of constant cries and stinkyness. To my surprise, that night never came. A one time deal, there was no more barfs from the Bean that night. (Notice I say "that night".......) Just alot of slobber on mommy's shirt as she enjoyed her sleep on my chest for the remainder of the night. 

The next day comes and goes with Bean's hysterical behavior. Climbing, talking, her usually antics. She's a bit fussy and not really interested in eating, so I contribute that to the barf incident. I know I always feel nasty after a barfing situation....then bedtime comes and she drifts off to sleep without a hitch. 

Silly me for thinking " Another nice night to sit and catch up on my shows.....I am so lucky to have babies that sleep"....... I think sayings like this are TABOO in mommy lingo but I am a complete idiot and jinxed myself. Like clockwork, Bean was up crying again. I take her out of bed and she is miserable. I cant seem to comfort her in her room or in my bed (again, silly me.....why would she want to sleep in a HUGE comfy bed with mommy and daddy....sheesh.....isnt that like a reward or winning a prize for other kids???) I walk into the kitchen and she starts making the "puking sounds" - you know, the heaving, gulping noises that are quickly followed by that stench I addressed earlier........
So, you get the picture. two nights in a row, for unknown reasons, I have been cleaning up the baby barf. We'll see what tonight brings.  Maybe this is a sign that I shouldn't drink a glass of wine before bed........nah........ I'll just have a beer instead.