WARNING: THIS IS A POST ABOUT BARF! DON’T READ IT IF YOU DON’T WANT TO!

Priest: What’s your name?
Barf: Barf.
Priest: Your full name!
Barf: Barfolomew.

What’s the worst thing a teacher can deal with beyond a serious injury? You got it. Barf.
One of the neighboring teacher’s kids was sick today. She was out for lunch and I was watching her class. One of the kids starts to cry in the corner. He’s known to have bad dreams and wake up crying, so I walk over to see what’s wrong. Just as I ask “Did you have a ba___” he barfs. I normally have issues with puke. If I see it or hear it, I get nauseated myself. I reach down to pick him up to get him to the potty, and he’s still going, poor kid. By this time, he’s got puke in his hair, ears, nose, shirt.. etc. I carry him to the toilet (spewing barf the entire 20ft there) where he continues to vomit, still crying.
This is the point when the smell hits me. I almost threw up on the poor kid who was still throwing up. My boss walks right out of her office and into the puddle of puke (squish), then runs quickly to the toilet herself. I’m fighting down the chicken sandwich I had… ew. Wash the kid, the floor, my shoes, the bed.. then on to changing his clothes. Fortunantly, Boss found something that will disinfect AND smells good, so we’re not so close to losing lunches. Kid’s mom comes to get him and says it’s a tummy bug and that everyone in her house has gotten it.
If I get it, I’m going to be really really pissed. People, if your kid has been puking, don’t take him to daycare!