September 20, 2004

Well Whaddya Know? It's Monday!

So, The Boy waits until we've gotten all the way into town and I've ordered the Monday Burger King Hash Brown Breakfast to throw up all over the back seat of the car. Cue crying, stripping, wadding up clothing, a mad dash to the daycare to pick up some spare duds, a pit stop at work to pick up some to-dos with a mismatched and inappropriately dressed for the weather vomit-smelling child who gleefully informs everyone at the office that he "Frowed Up" and thus "Gets to play with my trains!" Follow this up with a 20 mile commute in a vomit-mobile, frantic laundry, car upholstery shampooing, and a check of the work email which reveals someone freaking out about something that will ultimately be my fault, and, well, Welcome to Monday! Dammit.

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Posted by Big Arm Woman at September 20, 2004 09:48 AM


Good morning!

Posted by: Jim at September 20, 2004 09:50 AM

One day we were running late for Kindergarten, and my kid had not had breakfast, so I handed her a peanut butter foldover to eat in the car. She got a mouthful of sandwich and sneezed explosively. I had to pull over to the side of the road and get a roll of paper towels that I providentially had in the trunk, and wipe peanut butter, chewed bread, and snot off the inside of the car, her face, her clothes, and whatever she had in her lap. That wasn't so bad, though, we were laughing the whole time. And it was a Monday, because I remember e-mailing my mom about it.

Worse was the day we were coming back from visiting my folks out of state at Thanksgiving, and she threw up in her dad's new truck. We were in the middle of nowhere and had to use water from puddles on the side of the road to try to clean her up. Yuck.

Posted by: Laura at September 20, 2004 02:11 PM

Ack. I'm so sorry! And after you made my day yesterday! I hope it was an isolated incident and he feels better soon.

It sucks that it has to be you to stay home with him on all the sick days, but I guess that is the way it is when you have a teacher in the family. I feel your pain.

Posted by: Belle at September 20, 2004 10:36 PM

We were driving back after Christmas from Connecticut to Atlanta (1,000 miles and two days). Not 40 miles into it, our 3 year old blew chunks all over himself, the van floor, etc...

So, We pull off I-95 in Bridgeport (not a great part of town) use a towel and some clothes from our suitcase to clean him up, change him, and off we go for a two day trip in the vomit-van. Whoda thunk a head cold cold be so appreciated?

Posted by: Pete at September 21, 2004 12:15 AM

Sorry the kid got sick, I do love Burger King.

Posted by: nels at September 21, 2004 03:16 PM