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- Love Being A Mommy! -
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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This morning started out one that all parents dread. Tyler came in and said his tummy hurt. Yep...the inevitable...he was about to either have a bout of poo-poo or puke. It was the later of the two. He ran in the bathroom and, shy of details, threw up a very tiny amount. Chris and I looked at each other, until he volunteered to stay home with Tyler. After all, I have been using my sick time for my mom's appointments, so it's his turn, right? Right. I knew you'd see it my way.
Anyway...being that the volume and consistancy of the "inevitable" was that of phlegm--ok, I know I said I'd spare details, but a good writer always puts his reader in full mental image, right? Right! Again, I knew you'd see it my way. So, we decide to send him to school. After all, he did blame it on the octopus he had eaten the night before with Grandpa at a local seafood restaurant. (It couldn't be the 12 packets of butter that he ate, plain---!). My story, I can ramble all I want.
On our way into school, about 3 miles out, he decides his tummy hurts again and well, you guessed it---projectile. I do a Rusty Wallace manuever and whip into the parking lot of, how convenient, a car wash! For the record, I did NOT walk him through the car wash, but did think about it! hee hee. So, here I am, at one of the busiest intersections of the county, using tissues and a water bottle to clean Tyler and my back seat. All the while, Austin has to remind me that Tyler just "FREW UP" all over my new car. I strip him down to his underwear, put him in the back seat, clean out his backpack and tell him if he has to throw up again, please do it in the backpack. He looked at me like I was an alien.
We made it home, uneventfully, and daddy took over. I snuck out the door, fast, with the Lysol, Clorox wipes and new bottle of hand sanitizer to "disenfect".
Love being a mommy!
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