About a year ago Jay, Addi and I headed to Furniture Row to look for bedroom furniture for our room. With a new baby on the way, we had quickly come to the realization that a king sized bed would behoove us. And what do you know.... We sleep with both kids at least three times a week. Smart decision.
Anyway, after walking around for a few minutes, I felt... funny. Like I was going to yak, actually. I excused myself, waddled to the bathroom, and prayed to the porcelain gods. We left and never returned.... Until today.
This afternoon we headed back to try to make amends with the store. Actually, we are in the market for furniture for Addi's room and wanted to check there. We started looking at the bunk beds when Addi said, "My tummy hurts," then burped really loudly. I asked her if she was going to throw up and she said yes. Jay rolled his eyes and said, "Of course she will say yes, she always does."
Mommy instinct kicked in and I moved Addi towards the back of the store, just in time. She puked all over their storeroom. A lovely sales guy ran right over and mopped it up while I took Addi to the bathroom to clean up. Word to the wise.... Puke and Crocs don't mix.
The bad part is, I found a bedroom set that interested me. But there is no way I am going back. Why do you hate us, Furniture Row???