Ahh..the call every parent loves to hear. After spending most of Monday with my head in the toilet (stomach flu, Kevin. Don't even think about suggesting otherwise), today it appears to be The Senator's turn. Threw up in the hallway at school. Good boy! All those years when he had reflux and I would constantly remind him that hard surfaces are easier to clean up than carpet paid off. I will be expecting a thank you card from the school janitor by the end of the week.
The Governor got the short end of the stick today on this one. After running several errands with me and spending a lot of quality time in his car seat, I had promised him a trip to McDonalds. We were about two minutes from the golden arches when the nurse called. "Sorry, little man, we're going to have to skip McDonalds and go right to school to get The Senator."
To his credit, The Gov didn't scream for long. He cut it off quickly and asked, "Can I still have a brownie when we get home?" You betcha ya.
We get to school and the nurse tells us that The Senator is begging to go back to class. I take one look at him and start laughing. He looks like hell. He's about ready to cry and puke. "Sorry, kid. Against your wishes, I'm taking you home to sit on the couch, watch cartoons, and drink lemon-lime soda. I know this will send you into therapy, but one day you'll bring yourself to forgive me."
We made it home without incident. I threw a brownie in front of The Gov, a bucket in front of The Senator, and myself in front of the computer.
Once again, Mother of the Year is locked up tight.
Posted by Cathy at January 4, 2006 02:47 PMTell The Senator to quit listening to Teddy the K's speeches - those'll make anyone ill.
Try getting a tablespoon of honey into The Senator - it should help quell the nausea. That and a subscription to "National Review".
Posted by: aelfheld at January 4, 2006 04:46 PMGirl, I thought you did a brilliant job! Cudos!
And Happy New Year!
Posted by: yayaempress at January 4, 2006 06:11 PM