Let's not pretend motherhood is all roses and sunshine. The cold, hard truth is; it's gross. There, I said it. Between whatever was supposed to land in the toilet (and didn't) and fishing chewed-up apple from a child's squirrelly cheeks hours after eating the thing (yes, that really happened), there's little that isn'tgross about being a parent. In fact, I'd argue you'll experience a few too many moments that remind you that motherhood is the most disgusting you'll ever do. It's just part of the journey, I suppose (however repulsive that journey may be).
When my daughter was young, she caught a pre-kindergarten stomach bug. We tucked her into bed and kissed her goodnight just as we had all the nights before, only this would be no ordinary night. About an hour later, I smelled something sour. The foul scent lingered down the hallway, alerting us to the origin: her room. We found our little princess, and her entire bed, covered — no, saturated— in vomit. I'm not talking a little bit. I mean full coverage. The best part? She'd gone back to sleep immediately after and would've remained in the epicenter of what can only be described as a vomit storm, if I hadn't checked on her. Seriously?
Obviously this is just one extreme example of how our children can gross us out. Honestly, on a relatively daily basis I'm surprised by yet another disgusting feat that surpasses the previous one. In the spirit of motherhood and all the things we do, here are a few ways being a parent is one of the most disgusting things you'll ever do. Don't say I didn't warn you.