Hello friends.
So yesterday was an eventful morning here at Arachnids R' Us...
First, I woke up with what can only be described as some sort of Black Plague. My face was packed with germs and gunk causing my head to feel like it was going to blow out the top like fireworks on the Fourth. It's ok though...I've woken up sicker than that before and still managed to function at a half human/half droid level. Shortly after I awoke, my children arose from their sweet slumber, ambled down the stairs, made their way in to our bed, and as usual, squeezed me out. I took the hint, rolled myself off the mattress and zombie-walked my mucous-infested self to the bathroom in an attempt to steam clean the germs out of my brain.
...I'm not shocked to say, it didn't work...
So, I popped an Excedrin Migraine for the pressure, splashed some cold water on my face, and got to my usual morning Mommy duties. I made coffee, started the dishwasher, and since it's been just short of 7 months since I've gone grocery shopping, I reached blindly into the dark, back corners of the pantry in hopes of fishing out some sort of breakfast for my two little ones. Two packets of Oatmeal, perfect. Never goes bad...
I prepared the Quaker, served it up to my two little ravenous bundles of joy, and slunk down into one of the dining chairs with my cup of coffee and box of tissues. They were enjoying their warm oatmeal-y goodness until I heard it....
...that awkward sound of a child vomiting up their oatmeal...
...ugh, not today...
...ugh, not today...
It's never fun when your kid gets sick, but it's even less fun when it totally sneaks up on them, and you. At least when your kid starts slowly exhibiting the signs of an upcoming pandemic, you have a little time to prepare your D-Day checklist:
- Kleenex
- Children's Tylenol
- De-humidifier
- Humidifier
- Cold packs
- Hot compress
- Soda Crackers
- 7-Up
- Orange Juice
- a collection of Disney movies
- Pepto
- a cozy nest on the couch
- Pedialyte for the wee ones
- BRAT diet on hand, just in case the "vom" moves south *wink wink*....(for those of you who don't know, the BRAT diet is used for kids with Diarrhea. It's Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, and Toast. You're welcome)
- Bedside trash can
- an old priest
- a new priest
So yeah, it's easier being prepared....
When it suddenly jumps out at you with no warning, all you can do is strip down the upset child, quickly scrounge up an altered list of the above needed supplies, and wait for the gross, inevitable things to come....
I got her all cleaned up, and we moved to the couch to relax and snuggle. After an hour or so I got an overwhelming urge to get her and Olive out into some fresh air. I felt like with the brewing cesspool inside my sinus cavities, and Lucy's new surprise tummy bug, that we should all get outside in the clean air and out of the petri dish that was our house...
..and our outside is boring...
...so naturally, I decided to take them to the Zoo...
...yeah, yeah, I now realize that may have been pushing her gastrointestinal limits...
So I foolishly asked Lucy if she felt good enough to go the Zoo....I should have known not to even ask this because as any parent knows, no child will EVER turn down the Zoo, even if they are sick beyond belief...
...I blame my copious amount of brain-crowding snot for impairing my judgment and rendering me stupid enough to ask this question to a 3 year old...
Of course her little green face turned pink again and she shouted "YEAH YEAH THE ZOO!!!"
I instantly realized this may have been a bad idea. My initial reasoning behind a zoo trip was to get them out in the fresh air and out of the germy house, and I had figured even if she did get sick again, at least she would get to see some animals while doing so.... I did however underestimate the long car ride there. Needless to say, she swore up and down that her tummy was feeling better, so I foolishly listened, we went and picked up Emily to join us, and we started on our way to the Zoo. The whole ride went smoothly. I thought for sure her sickly ways were merely a one time sour tummy, and were behind her...
...not two seconds after we pulled into the parking lot, I heard the awkward noise again...
*groan*
Strawberry Oatmeal made its encore appearance.
So I pulled off to a remote corner of the parking lot, stripped Lucy down to her unintentional, yet appropriately chosen zoo animal underpants, and handed her to Emily in the front seat while I hightailed it up the parking lot, through the gates, to the Zoo gift shop to purchase a new Quaker-free wardrobe. Of course, as luck would have it, they didn't sell shorts or dresses of any kind..
.....No bottoms WHATSOEVER....
...oh, excuse me, they did sell sweatpants in size "SMALL" that are clearly made to accommodate those giant 3 year olds with glandular problems...
Ugh.
So I settled on a tee shirt that was slightly oversized, long, cute, and I knew would end up making perfect PJ's after we returned home....
Thank goodness she is so cute..
Say CHEEEEEEESE!
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Lucy was thrilled with her new super cool Zoo t-shirt and her and her sister had a ball for the short time we were there.
I was halfway waiting to see some glaring looks from the other mothers, silently scolding me for bringing my child out in public in an oversized t-shirt, but then I realized that even if they did visually chastise me, they didn't know that we hadn't actually come dressed this way and that it was in fact an emergency wardrobe change. I knew if I received one of these looks that I'd have to just let it go and ignore it....
.... I don't care what the other mothers think....
....my baby girl needed a little fresh air, so I took her to the Zoo. I think that's pretty cool.
:) Ashley
P.S. The Quaker oatmeal was in no way expired and did not cause Lucy's tummy trouble. Those packets were actually fairly new...it's just not as funny to say, "I carefully took some recently purchased Oatmeal from the pantry..." You get the idea.
Of course her little green face turned pink again and she shouted "YEAH YEAH THE ZOO!!!"
I instantly realized this may have been a bad idea. My initial reasoning behind a zoo trip was to get them out in the fresh air and out of the germy house, and I had figured even if she did get sick again, at least she would get to see some animals while doing so.... I did however underestimate the long car ride there. Needless to say, she swore up and down that her tummy was feeling better, so I foolishly listened, we went and picked up Emily to join us, and we started on our way to the Zoo. The whole ride went smoothly. I thought for sure her sickly ways were merely a one time sour tummy, and were behind her...
...not two seconds after we pulled into the parking lot, I heard the awkward noise again...
*groan*
Strawberry Oatmeal made its encore appearance.
So I pulled off to a remote corner of the parking lot, stripped Lucy down to her unintentional, yet appropriately chosen zoo animal underpants, and handed her to Emily in the front seat while I hightailed it up the parking lot, through the gates, to the Zoo gift shop to purchase a new Quaker-free wardrobe. Of course, as luck would have it, they didn't sell shorts or dresses of any kind..
.....No bottoms WHATSOEVER....
...oh, excuse me, they did sell sweatpants in size "SMALL" that are clearly made to accommodate those giant 3 year olds with glandular problems...
Ugh.
So I settled on a tee shirt that was slightly oversized, long, cute, and I knew would end up making perfect PJ's after we returned home....
Thank goodness she is so cute..
Say CHEEEEEEESE!
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And my other dumplin'...
The girls and Aunt Emily..
I was halfway waiting to see some glaring looks from the other mothers, silently scolding me for bringing my child out in public in an oversized t-shirt, but then I realized that even if they did visually chastise me, they didn't know that we hadn't actually come dressed this way and that it was in fact an emergency wardrobe change. I knew if I received one of these looks that I'd have to just let it go and ignore it....
.... I don't care what the other mothers think....
....my baby girl needed a little fresh air, so I took her to the Zoo. I think that's pretty cool.
:) Ashley
P.S. The Quaker oatmeal was in no way expired and did not cause Lucy's tummy trouble. Those packets were actually fairly new...it's just not as funny to say, "I carefully took some recently purchased Oatmeal from the pantry..." You get the idea.
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