New Set Up, Parenting and Gaming

Hello!

I've finally gotten the new PC set up, it's nice having a rig which has lovely graphics, makes a welcome change from a laptop! I'm also back to having two monitors, so I can get distracted by the internet instead of concentrating on the game I'm playing, ha!
We've opted for an i5 processor, 8GB of RAM, on Windows 64. It has a Corsair H80i cooling system, Radeon R9 200 series graphics, and an ASUStek motherboard (unsure of the model I'm afraid!). Other than some minor hardware issues (I need to find the driver to update), it runs perfectly! Oh, and it has a see through bit too, so I can peek in to see the geekery.

It struck me last night just how much I would fail at being a single mother, and also that children and raiding often don't go hand in hand. 
We've had periods before where our son has woken up from either illness or just because he's a three year old, and we can usually manage between us who does what. Sometimes he'll come downstairs and quite happily watch me play through a raid, last night was not one of those nights, but not through his reluctance.
Torben hasn't been well for a while (he's had a bit of a virus), and last night I noticed the egg burps of doom and hoped naively that they wouldn't amount to anything, how wrong I was.

Fast forward to an hour and a half later, I was rocking out topping the DPS meters in Looking For Raid (Siege of Orgrimmar, last leg of the legendary quest chain), I heard a cough, then I heard a vomity cough, uh oh... I quickly brb'd and ran up to find my son at the gate rather upset, I asked him the usual questions, 'Have you been sick? Do you need to be sick?' No and no he answers, I know that he doesn't really understand what being sick is at 3, so I prepare, 'Let's get to the bathroom' 'No', he wails, not wanting to grab and run as he was ready to blow I desperately reason to at least be sick in the potty behind him, but alas, it was too late.

The trajectory was impressive for a three year old, thankfully he angled it up slightly so it didn't go as far as it should have, and all I could do was stand and watch. I had thankfully opened the gate, so it only amassed at the bottom, but the stench, ugh, the stench. Imagine the sick of someone who has been drinking beer and nothing but all day, that is what it smelled like. I quickly calmed him down and got him in the shower, then commenced the mass panic of trying to clean up whilst making sure he's not falling asleep/ vomiting more/ shitting all over his bath toys. I had to call my husband home from his D&D night to help deal with the mess, I couldn't bare to clean it any longer. 

During the vomity panic, I managed to hastily type a message excusing myself, it was during Blackfuse, I don't think they wiped? I was kicked of course, but I finished the legendary quest through another LFR, wasn't top DPS though, I blame PTTVS for this, Post Traumatic Toddler Vomiting Syndrome.