So, last night, I stopped at Carl's Jr. on my way from work to pick up Devon from daycare for my nightly soda (I have long since caved on my ban on soda). The line was long so I was doing my usual thing in the car: singing and dancing to the radio, just having a good time and feeling pretty good. When I finally made it to the window, I was told that the car ahead of me (white Camaro filled with boys) had paid for my drinks (one for me, one to surprise Devon with). So, needless to say, I was feeling pretty good on my drive to get Devon. Feeling good. Feeling pretty. Even feeling a little sexy for the first time in a long time. Feeling like I've still got it.
Then I entered Devon's daycare to find out all 6 kids except Devon had been sent home early with the stomach flu and that in the last thirty minutes, he had started running a fever. OK, still feeling good, but was starting to come down a little from my high. I got home, took his temperature, and ordered a pizza so I could cuddle with Devon instead of cooking dinner. Still feeling pretty good about the fact that he hadn't showed any other symptoms and could maybe even blame the fever on cutting his last molar. Then came the vomit.
Ah... reality.
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As Steve said, that was a great post. I'm still laughing. And I can afford to laugh because the vomiting is far, far away from here. We want to be closer to Devon, but not the vomit. LOL (and still LOL.)
That was SOOOO well put Kari! It seems the stomach flu really hits your kids when you are having a good day, there to sweep it away! I'm glad you got a few moments of joy though. We'll be praying that it's a 12 hour bug and not more!
Hey Kari
This almost sounds like a Steinfield episode. Hope Devon is better!!!!
Mom
P.S. You are beautiful inside and out. The scent of vomit says your a mom.
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