Sickness

Warning : Vomit talk ahead...
Monday morning started with Bryan going out of town for work. Which meant that I had to take Oldest to the bus stop. Which means that my other two needed to be up and dressed so we could all go. I went in to get my youngest out of his bed, and he was sitting in a pile of dried vomit. Ugh. I stripped him and his bed down, and we headed down stairs.

I got the kids fed, and Oldest to the bus stop. My daughter and youngest were playing nicely, so I seized the opportunity to take a shower and make myself presentable. Part way through, my daughter comes in hollering about how Youngest has thrown up. "All over!" I hurried through the rest, and went down stairs to check it out.

Youngest was standing there looking pale, and covered in vomit. My darling daughter had wiped down the couch, and covered the floor with a rag. "To get rid of the smell." I was so impressed. All morning long he begged me for food and "gwink." I kept telling him no because nothing was staying down, and I was supposed to be at the school around 1:15 for an open house in the publishing house.

I gave in at lunch and gave him some of the spaghetti o's that he was begging for. They didn't stay down but I was prepared and it didn't make a mess. I decided that I had to go to the school. I didn't want to miss out on this chance with Oldest. Right about now, I was really missing living close to my parents, Bryan's parents and any one else that I could have called to watch him. I dropped my daughter off at her friend's house, and drove to the school. I got there just in time, pulled into the last parking spot, and took Youngest out of the car. He vomited ALL OVER me. I buckled him back in (after a couple of choice words), drove home, changed my shirt and drove back to the school.

Luckily my spot was still open. I carefully took him out of his seat, and strapped him into his stroller. He sat there staring into space for the whole time we were there.

I got to read Oldest's book, and his friend's books, and some others that have been published. It was fun. They served lemonade and iced tea, and cookies.

Once we were home, and youngest was sleeping on the couch I went through my oldest's back pack. They had a music program on Tuesday at 7. Yes, I found out about this on Monday. sigh.

Luckily, Bryan got home just in time on Tuesday evening. And Youngest was feeling back to normal on Tuesday morning. Bryan pretty much came out of the work truck, into our van and we went to the school. The program was perfect. It started right on time, and lasted for 25 minutes. It was about a cow that couldn't (wouldn't?) moo. There were jokes and music, and it was very cute.

Now for the rest of the week, we have two soccer games, two soccer practices, visiting teaching, a trip to the library, dinner making and house cleaning.

If anyone ever thought that being a SAHM was boring, they never had a sick 2-year old and a husband out of town on the same day as exciting school events.