I just wanted to share. So, today is mine and my hubby's 10th anniversary. Well, being that our anniversary is always so close behind Christmas and two days past my husband's birthday we actually "celebrate" or rather exchange/purchase gifts on Valentine's Day to give us some time to breathe between events and paychecks. We just decided that on our actual anniversary, we'd just have a nice meal out somewhere.
Well, having young ones home from school with colds, we decided that we'd make it a lunch instead of supper so we wouldn't have to leave sick little ones in the hands of our teen-aged daughter at night. So, we took them with us at lunch to Red Lobster. We sit down and order our drinks and food. My two year-old was pretty puny-looking and only wanted to lay her head on her daddy's shoulder. He didn't mind of course. So, they bring our salads out and I just put my first bite in my mouth as she mumbles that she wants her mommy then, puke.... and puke again... and a little more puke, all over my husbands leather jacket, jeans, the bench and of course, herself. I jump up and go across the table and grab her while my hubby commences wiping up the mess while fighting off heaving himself.
I rush her to the bathroom as she continues to heave across the restaurant and into my hand armed with nothing but a napkin. I get into the bathroom where I set her down on the counter and clean us both up. Luckily we were both wearing shirts under our outer shirts. We return the table where my husband was awaiting our return so he could go to the restroom and clean himself up better (he stayed with my 6 year-old son at the table).
By the time he returned to the table the food had just been brought out and my daughter was asleep. I laid her down beside me in the booth and covered her with my jacket. We try to hurriedly eat while she rested. She threw up again while laying there so I cleaned that again. Since she went right to sleep and we really didn't want to jostle her around too much again, we decided to try to finish our meals (which at this point were less than appetizing-looking). We inhale our food and take her completely untouched food and half of her brother's in to-go boxes.
Well, we then came home and cleaned up more puke from her clothes as she threw up again in the car. Then sat down and let her rest on my shoulder for the next hour as she continued to throw up intermittently. After she rested and my oldest daughter returned home from school, we left her in her care so my hubby could drive me in the rain and barely above freezing conditions to the drugstore for Pedialyte and some decongestant and antihistamine for her and her brother.
Of course by the time we got back she was dancing around and playing with her toys and finally drinking her kool-aid. She feels much better now of course but the day is over and the second meal ended up being Arby's drive-thru as I was rushed around all day dealing with all this and the other daily junk of married life with children.
So... now I just wonder what the next 10 years hold for us. :happysad:
Well, having young ones home from school with colds, we decided that we'd make it a lunch instead of supper so we wouldn't have to leave sick little ones in the hands of our teen-aged daughter at night. So, we took them with us at lunch to Red Lobster. We sit down and order our drinks and food. My two year-old was pretty puny-looking and only wanted to lay her head on her daddy's shoulder. He didn't mind of course. So, they bring our salads out and I just put my first bite in my mouth as she mumbles that she wants her mommy then, puke.... and puke again... and a little more puke, all over my husbands leather jacket, jeans, the bench and of course, herself. I jump up and go across the table and grab her while my hubby commences wiping up the mess while fighting off heaving himself.
I rush her to the bathroom as she continues to heave across the restaurant and into my hand armed with nothing but a napkin. I get into the bathroom where I set her down on the counter and clean us both up. Luckily we were both wearing shirts under our outer shirts. We return the table where my husband was awaiting our return so he could go to the restroom and clean himself up better (he stayed with my 6 year-old son at the table).
By the time he returned to the table the food had just been brought out and my daughter was asleep. I laid her down beside me in the booth and covered her with my jacket. We try to hurriedly eat while she rested. She threw up again while laying there so I cleaned that again. Since she went right to sleep and we really didn't want to jostle her around too much again, we decided to try to finish our meals (which at this point were less than appetizing-looking). We inhale our food and take her completely untouched food and half of her brother's in to-go boxes.
Well, we then came home and cleaned up more puke from her clothes as she threw up again in the car. Then sat down and let her rest on my shoulder for the next hour as she continued to throw up intermittently. After she rested and my oldest daughter returned home from school, we left her in her care so my hubby could drive me in the rain and barely above freezing conditions to the drugstore for Pedialyte and some decongestant and antihistamine for her and her brother.
Of course by the time we got back she was dancing around and playing with her toys and finally drinking her kool-aid. She feels much better now of course but the day is over and the second meal ended up being Arby's drive-thru as I was rushed around all day dealing with all this and the other daily junk of married life with children.
So... now I just wonder what the next 10 years hold for us. :happysad:
The little girl threw up 5 times? Whew, that's horrible.