8 days ago (Friday night): Mexican restaurant. Odd that Pick-Pick is not eating... as he usually can put the food down! "Mama, my tummy hurts." Panic spreads across his pale-white face and then both J and I know what is coming next. I grab the complimentary chip basket (empty, of course). It's not enough... I won't go into any more details as I'm sure you get the picture. As we are trying to discretely tend to our vomiting child, the man (another parent mind you) in the booth next to us says loudly, "Dude, that kid just puked all over." J takes Pick-Pick to the bathroom and then right to the van. JJ and I, left with our half eaten plates and a lingering odor, stare blankly at each other. What do we do now? Well, we get our food to go, included the Horchata that J just ordered, pay our bill and tip our waitress well (anyone who has to help clean up a perfect stranger's puke gets an automatic big tip).
5 days ago (Monday night): I have the sore throat that keeps you up all night, where you don't even want to swallow.
4 days ago (Tuesday): I start working a 9 day stretch with only one day off. Dread sets in. J is in the midst of the busiest week of his semesters. Uggh.
2 days ago (Thursday): J takes the children to his work. JJ is more quiet than usual... then the oh too familiar pale-white face returns and J knows... yep, it's "Take your child to work to puke all over the place day." He gets sick later that night again. My cold is officially at "elephant tusk" stage; where I roll up toilet paper and stick it up each nostril (only to wonder where the tusks will end up by morning... lucky for J, he found them!)
1 day ago (Friday): Some relief. Pick-Pick still has a drippy nose but mine is cleared up. We go to the local beach and get some much needed Vitamin D and fun. We finish up our horrid week with a good ole' fashioned Friday night fish fry at a tavern right by the lake and five minutes from our house. What a find! We are by far the youngest group there but love all the attention our kiddos get from the old folks and waitresses (Pick-Pick got at least 4 "high fives".) The strawberry-rhubard cheesecake goes quickly when there is one slice and four mouths.
Today (Saturday): J and I take turns napping and watching the children as well as mowing the lawn-- the dandelions were kicking our butts. We are on the mend but thankful for a quiet day at home. Sadly, I have to work tomorrow but it will be worth it to have a longer Memorial Day vacation.
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