Making dinner and I lose track of time(damn you Pinterest!). I run into the kitchen to hurry up and take dinner off the stove. On my way in I slip on a puddle of something. Almost fell but luckily caught my balance. Thinking it is just juice or water I ignore it because I don't have time to clean it up right now, gotta get dinner before it burns. Run to the other counter, slid on puddle. Run to grab paper towels, slid on puddle. Run back to stove, slid on puddle. By the time I am done I have managed to smear whatever the puddle is all over the floor and the bottom of my foot. Grabbing the cleaner, I look down ready to tackle the mess only to discover(to my utter disgust) that, for the last 2 minutes, I have been skating across my floor on my child's vomit :/
ETA: My lil man isn't sick or anything. It wasn't "sickly" vomit. Just the normal baby spit up.