One *#=$ of a Morning

I know I just wrote but my day has been too good not to write about.
It started at 3:10 am when I was awakened by that wonderful gulping noise all my children make right before they puke. Kind of like the popping noise in the fire swamp (anyone?). I grab Harris and dash for the bathroom yelling at Wil to run down and get me a bowl. Then I realize he is in my bed because since he watched Sixth Sense he can not even go to the bathroom alone hence the reason he is in my bed. Cory and Jackson are at a scout camp out, of corse. So I hold bear while he pukes, clean him up then run down to the "scary" kitchen which I'm sure in wils mind has lots a open cupboards and a beaten down woman with slit wrists in a pink bathrobe. I get back upstairs and crawl into bed just in time to catch the next round of vomit. This goes on for the rest of the night as I try to figure out how I'm going to get kids to their soccer games without Cory and more importantly what I'm going to do if anyone else gets sick for the primary program tomorrow. Did I mention I'm in charge of the program and it has consumed my life for the last month? Puke and stress overwhelms my sleep. When we wake at 7:30 to get ready for the first game Harris seems to be doing better. He even wants to eat. So I make him a banana and applesauce shake. Silly me! We get half way to Benny's game and he up chuckes all over himself and his darn car seat. Mom and sisters you know the one the one that's impossible to clean, but don't worry it gets better. As soon as he's done spewing out one end the other end unleashes. Bye bye carseat! I drop Benn off (in tears, me not her) and run to target to purchase a new seat, new outfit and new undies. I run in leaving wil in the car with hazel and Harris and the cell phone. In record time I'm back out with...the girl version of the carseat, ARRRGGGG. I get Bear bear all cleaned up and settled while wil pulls out the carseat and leaves it by the car to help alleviate the smell which is starting my gag reflex. Hazel repacks the carseat and I run it back in. Again I'm fast as can be but at 9:00 in the morning the target employees are not so much. As I am walking up with this huge box in my arms the manager asks if I'm the owner of the white Yukon. Yes and yes my kids are out there but my baby is really sick and I had to grab some things to clean him up. She asks how old the oldest is and I tell her 10 and he has a cell phone. Now she's not worried but I am! Who is reporting me to the store manager and I'm sure CPS? So has they try to make my exchange I run out and check on the kids and wil says some lady was staring into the car. I relocked the car and ran back hoping the transaction was done. I grabbed my box, run out to the car and reach it at the same time as the lady who I assume was "so concerned". She asks if I'm aware that there's a carseat on the other side of the car. Yes, I am. Then she asks, Do you know how disconcerting it is to see an empty carseat and a car full of kids all alone in a parking lot? Um hello did you miss the pool of vomit and the smell of diarrhea? Oh all the things I would have said to her if my mind was on anything else besides caring for my poor baby. I said I was sorry and explained the situation and again she asks if I know how disconcerting it was for her? Not--oh I'm sorry or is he ok or I hope he feels better. So how concerned are you lady?!? That was my fabulous morning. I am the walking dead and still have a soccer party, a baptism, the after party, three dozen cookies to make, a sub to find for one of our classes and general stressing about the program. Plus I have the cutest little sicky to care for. Good thing Cory and all the other kids are being super helpful (kind of).


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