Which is worse?

To be puked on or shat on? I should get some voting done on this as I believe most mums have been puked on AND shat on before, and often simultaneously....which is what happened to me recently. Of course, this is NOT to put off potential parents, just to put parenthood in persepective.
The little one woke up from her nap looking rather ill and started whining and complaining about a tummyache. And of course, all asian mums worth their salt would have RUYI oil or eucalyptus oil every ready and a suitable distraction. for us, you tube was it. And then it happened. halfway through little mermaid singing about being part of the human world, the projectile vommitting started. It rained on the ccomputer table (please let it not move near the the keyboard!), the chair (ok, got to pull out the cover), the nearby mattress (aargh!!!! let it not seep through the bedsheet. no no!!oh oh!), the floor (ok, this one can leave for a bit), her, me (eeww!!!ahh! vomit in my hair!!). Given that the little one has only thrown up once in her life when she was still a wee one, this experience of retching was new to her and she was naturally shocked and frightened...which meant she clung on to me, tight as a kuala to a eucalypt tree, awashed with puke and tears.While i pulled off the bedsheet as quickly as i could, opened the door with vommit-filled hands, walked as quickly to the bathroom to get us cleaned, it happened 3 more times, leaving a trail of destruction along the way.You do realise that doing all that with a 13 kg weight attached to your neck is no small feat. AND THEN the OTHER THING happened. off came the clothes to rinse off the little body (which was still firmly attached to the mothership) and then drip drip drip.....a puddle of poo gains momentum and gathers into a neat artistic shape while drizzling down my legs. AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

A desperate phone call to the grandparents had all 3 adults (gramps and helper) landing at my doorstep. 2 hrs later. Which by this time, we were all cleaned up and all feeling better. And cheerful. Which left the bewildered SOS team at the gate wondering what the fuss was about..and me feeling rather sheepish about the sharp tone of my SOS call. another day in the life of a mother.