Mrs. KVS does not clean up vomit. Ever. She made it quite clear that I am responsible for that part of our childrens’ lives. There was even a time when the Mrs. and all 3 kids were sick at the same time, and I did 10 loads of laundry the next day.
So, when your kids are sick - who cleans up after them?
Well, we don’t have any human children, but we have 2 dogs and 2 cats and I get all the gross jobs. My husband starts pretending to gag uncontrollably if he even has to look at puke.
WE generally split the duties, although I do most of the laundry. For example, during our 3-year-old’s last hurlfest, I took care of changing the sheets and jammies and my husband cleaned him up in the bath.
Fortunately neither of my two have been very bad about this and the oldest can now hit either a bowl or a thick bath towel with reasonable accuracy.
When we are alone with the kids, though, we take care of it ourselves–no leaving a mess for the other one to clean up. There’s a certain coffee shop still haven’t been back to since my son got a crumb of bagel stuck in his throat…
I gag when I look at puke, too, but that’s life when you have kids.
That’s pretty f*cked up, man. I hope that you’re compensated in other ways for your dedication. Either that, or she’s responsible for the other end.
Faeriebeth and I split pretty much everything in the excretion category, from snot to poop to puke.
You know what they say, the family that cleans up vomit together…
My hero, Mr. Adoptamom, handles the messier side of having children for me 
He’s excellent at cleaning up kiddo and critter puke without ever gagging. He’s also famous for his ability to clean a child that has had the runs so badly it runs down and fills up the feety pajama bottoms.
I worship this man!
It depends on what’s in the vomit…
There are some things I leave for my wife.
:eek:
Five kids, very little vomit. I can’t remember the last time any of them threw up, and our memories of explosive poops are thoroughly repressed.
Three dogs, and, well, accidents happen. Unless it is especially nasty, the one who is home gets to clean up. I work full time, and my wife does not, I’m ok with this arrarngement. Of course, if it is really nasty, it is my job. (Boxers are great dogs with kids. But, geez, they have an stress over every accident, and then, well the $hit hits the fan.)
Geez, I dunno. Probably whoever their mothers are. 
We pretty much split it–if we’re both home (so far, that’s been true), one person will handle the kid, and one will handle the laundry or whatever.
If only one person is home, of course that one would clean it up alone.
I used to dread cleaning up kid vomit; I almost never throw up myself and am totally grossed out by vomit. But it turns out that when it’s your own kid, it’s not so bad. Besides, part of being the grown-up is taking care of the messy stuff.
I knew there was a reason I decided not to have children, and I think this was it.
Dad, a. k. a., me.
With any luck? The dog will do it.
Sorry, couldnt resist.
In our house it is whoever gets there first. We try to make sure that there are wastebaskets close by if they are feeling bad.
Usually it’s me. Certainly if I’m around I’ll do it. My wife will if it’s really necessary. Usually, she would ask the maid. I do it myself rather than ask the maid
A couple of Sundays ago we were over at my SIL’s house for dinner.
Her youngest lay on the couch with his feet in my lap, just looking icky.
He even refused ice cream, and we knew he was sick.
Then, after dinner, all the adults are in the kitchen, and poor baby comes crying in, trying to catch his vomit in his hands.
The women scattered like a bevy of doves shot by a hunter. His mom snatched him up and hurried with him to the bathroom to wash up. MIL, other SIL, and I grabbed paper towels and cleaners to wipe up the mess.
Ivylad and his dad made a quick, silent, and largely unnoticed exit outside the house.
For our second date SO was at my house. My son was just two. He started to sputter and urp a little bit so I steered him to the bathroom. SO was right behind us. As we stepped through the door I learned that “projectile vomitting” is not an exagerated description. My son was terrified. (and rightly so. It seemed like twice his weight in puke was splashing against the wall opposite.) I turned my full attention to getting my son cleaned up and comforted. Once he was asleep I went to face the unpleasant task of cleaning up the bathroom and Dream Date had already done it. When there was a third date after that I knew he was a keeper.
We all live together now and my son rarely throws up. This guy who so valliantly attended to that horrible bathroom will wake me from a sound sleep to alert me that the cat has yakked and I should clean it up. He promises me that if we do have a child together he will clean up baby puke but cannot handle cat yak.
If I was home, I cleaned up; otherwise my wife did.
Good help is hard to find. Sometimes the butler or the groundskeeper are just too damn busy. Then the maids just pretend not to see it. So, I usually have to do the dirty work myself.
By the way, Oxyclean and water works great for scrubbing poop and vomit out of the carpet and it gets the discoloring out too.
I make my kids clean up their own vomit. They made the mess they can clean it up right?
Actually, I don’t have children. I assume when we have kids I will probably end up handling the messiest cleanups because I have a stronger stomach then my SO. The last thing I want to end up doing is cleaning up the vomit of both my child and my SO after he gets sick from looking at it.