Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This...

In honor of my darling babies who are visiting their Granny, I post this which they inspired. I wrote it sometime in April of 2008.

Warning: This post is sick. Vomit is discussed. Stop here and read no further if you have a weak stomach.


My morning (yesterday):

Get everybody up and moving for school. That means dressed, fed, & groomed (hair, face & teeth is my morning mantra). Adam had an 8:15 am doctor’s appointment for his Franken-finger (Frankenstein + finger = nasty bacterial infection). Calvin has to go with us, because Big Daddy is back to work (Thank God!). Big Daddy can see Flora off on her school bus, though. So we are on the road to the clinic which is about 15 miles away, and about 5 miles before we get there, Calvin lives up to his nickname: Up-Chuck. He has motion sickness. He has improved so much, and it’s been awhile since we had an episode in the van, so I didn’t have the towel and cup handy… Most of it got on his jacket. Adam rushes into the clinic to sign in on time. I clean Up-Chuck-up as much as possible. He is feeling fine and sits still for me in the waiting area. Thankfully we don’t have to wait too long. Perhaps the smell of our little group was instrumental in expediting our visit. I decide to stop at the pharmacy nearest to the clinic so Adam can get a dose of meds in him before I drop him off at school (he can’t miss anymore school). I pick up a few grocery items while I wait and write a check over the total amount, so I can have a little cash on hand. I pick up the prescription and head out. On the way to Adam’s school, Calvin throws up a little again, but we were prepared with a cup this time. After I drop Adam off I realize that the cashier never gave me my cash back. I get my receipt and call the number. I cannot drive all the way back there with a pukey child, in pukey clothes that I will have to load and unload out of his pukey car seat. At least when I was there earlier, Adam could sit with him in the van. I explain this, the lady from the store says she’ll count the cashier’s drawer to make sure, and call me back at home. I get home, clean out all of the pukey stuff from the van, you know you have to practically disassemble the car seat to remove the cloth covers, seat belt straps, etc. I get what I can into the washer. I run a bath for Calvin, who is very hungry now, of course. Bathe him, feed him, get him settled, resting and watching a movie. He is fine now. I am exhausted, though, and it‘s only 11am. My day begins at 6:30. Yesterday was quite similar to today. Yesterday was Flora having a melt-down. She was crying and freaking out before her bus came. She walks the dog in the morning and we play fetch with him a little while we wait for the bus. The dog got away from her, chasing after a bird and getting filthy in a muddy retention pond. Guess who had to catch the dog? Guess who had to wash the dog? Guess who got painfully scratched by the dog? Guess who was tempted, right then and there, to take the dog to the humane society? Then I had to rush off to a full day of errands with Calvin, rush home to plan dinner, do a few chores, and then get ready and go to my evening job. I was home at around 9:15pm which is surprisingly early.

It occurs to me, this is the kind of day they should use as an example for abstinence and birth control education. I’ve had many days just like this one, I'm sure most of you have also! My advice for the teen kids contemplating sex - don’t do it until you are READY for it, because it will lead to a life like mine. Smelling like puke and not enough sleep. Smelling like a wet dog and not enough sleep. And cleaning up the puke.
"Nausea, bloody red eyes go to nausea, bloody red eyes go to sleep...."

Sigh.

At one time I smelled like cloves and marigolds and cinnamon.

Songs for today:
Mama Said, Nausea, Middle of the Road, Once in a Lifetime

My mama, bless her heart, really never told me there would be so much puke. So I am telling you: you teens, you youngsters out there contemplating sex (I mean coitus), which leads to babies and children, realize there is a lot of puke that goes along with that!