Thursday, October 22, 2009

Another Day in the Life...

Yesterday was one of those days that makes parents everywhere want to book the first flight to Bora Bora.

As most things develop around here, it started zanily. I wanted to go to the gym, but my desire to hit the eliptical machine coincided with the arrival of a large box of gifts to the boy from my mom, and they were much too interested in playing with their new toys and gorging themselves on the snacks she sent to humor me. Finally, I was able to convince them to go for a walk with me, so I piled them into the double stroller, tied on my awesome new walking shoes, and tried to head out. Tuendi tried to head out with us, but I shushed her back in the house. We had a nice stroll around the neighborhood, even though I spent much of that time cursing the hilly terrain and wishing our neighborhood was flatter. You don't realize how uphill you're going until you're pushing a bulky double stroller...

When we got home, my neighbor Amy was outside, and as I stood in the driveway catching up with her, the boys disappeared into the garage (and presumably the house). Moments later a blur of white went zipping by my feet, heading--of course--uphill. I yell for Amy to watch the boys and take off after Tuendi, who's surprisingly fleet on her feet for an almost-11-year-old. Thank God for the little stamina I've been building up because I was able to chase her up the street without passing out. But to add to the hilarity factor, it was 5:30pm, "rush hour" for the neighborhood, and Tuendi proceeded to cause a little traffic jam as she weaved from one side of the road to the other, totally oblivious to the line of cars stopped to watch her. Thankfully, I was put out of my misery by a neighbor (one I don't know), who opened up her car door, called to Tuendi, and then caught her for me.

I trudged back down the hill with Tuendi under my arm. Amy had the boys, the garage door *and* the door to the house were both standing wide open, and one of our strictly indoor cats was poking his nose around the garage. By some miracle, Sammy was in the backyard, and Dove, the other cat, was upstairs. But don't think the mental image of me having to herd all four wayward pets home didn't cross my mind...

I *thought* that was it for daily excitement, but that's what I get for thinking...

Things were going along swimmingly. Tom came home. I fixed dinner. We all sat down to eat it. John, who not five minutes before, had been Mr. Happiness, suddenly began screaming. Tom lifted him from the highchair just in time for John to barf what seemed like gallons all over his shoulder. Sammy, our pure white dog, came over to investigate and round two was a direct hit that landed right on top of his head. And so began an evening full of vomiting, bathing, and dog baths...

I hoped it was a quick in-and-out bug, but John started running a fever this morning--right in time for Sam's long-anticipated first field trip ever-to the pumpkin patch. With so many horrible stories about the flu going around, I think it's better to err on the side of caution. Plus, if I stayed home with John and sent Sam to the field trip in some other parent's car, with my luck, the likelihood that he'd suddenly start violently barfing all over someone else's upholstery seemed pretty ridiculously high, so I just kept him home too.

I can already tell, it's going to be a very long day...

1 comment:

  1. oh boy. and too think i vented on studio mama today about nothing going 'my way' this week. no vomitting, but my dog lucy has been quite the escape artist this week. today, crossing the major route behind my house as i was trying to drive everyone everywhere on time. then at the next light, we met a cute little jack russell, and talked with the mama who yes, had seen our terrier mix scooting across the highway. (cringe) her little guy so wanted out of her car to say hello to lucy!

    good luck. i hope today has better prospects for you. :(

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