Earlier today I was thinking about how everyone I know seems to have a sick family member right now. I was grateful that the only sickies we've had lately were Katelyn (sore throat and cough which kept her home from school for a couple days last week), and Olivia (fever that lasted two days, but no other symptoms). And I started to write a post about all the sickness I'm hearing about and how it's making me paranoid, but I decided to bag that post, since I'm kind of sick of hearing and talking about being sick.
So tonight we took the kids out to a special dinner. They have "Fall Break" which technically starts Thursday, but all week they've had a light homework load, and the weather has been a little bit warmer the past couple of days again, and we were just in the mood to start some kind of celebration. (Lots of people go on mini vacations for this school break, but we're not. Doug has been traveling quite a bit lately, for work, so he feels like he can't leave work right now. Because he's been working so hard lately. Ironic, huh? But I'm sure glad I married a hard worker!)
Back to my point. Doug came home from work, we all got in the car, and we went to this restaurant nearby which is several stories tall and is decorated kind of like the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland, and they have divers who flip and spin and jump into a pool in the middle of the restaurant, to entertain you while you eat. I've got to admit that the atmosphere is great for kids, but the food isn't good for a person of any age. It was, frankly, gross. As we left the restaurant, Lauren was complaining that the food kind of gave her a tummy ache, and I could relate. A few miles later, Hannah asked us to turn on the air conditioning because she was hot (even though it was raining and below 60 degrees outside), and announced that her tummy hurt.
Can you guess what happened? Three older sisters screamed and tried to squeeze out of the way as Hannah puked all over the back seat. Multiple times. Projectile.
Can you guess what she had to drink at the restaurant? Red fruit punch, of course.
She was no longer hot, but instead she was complaining that she was freezing because we had all the windows rolled down, trying to make it home without the aroma inducing any more "outbursts."
As soon as we pulled into the garage, all the car doors flew open and people started jumping out, until Lauren made us all freeze with another high-pitched scream.
And this time, it was not regurgitated fruit punch. It was a humongous black widow spider.
So, who's being paranoid now?
6 comments:
I'm sooooooo sorry. I'm always paranoid about that stuff, but WAY more this time of year. I hope you are all over it soon. -Kaelyn
There's nothing quite like a nice projectile vomiting story, is there? Sickness stinks. Every one of my kids were oinking this year but Allen and I seemed to miraculously avoid it somehow.
Am I completely mean and unsympathetic if I was laughing hysterically at your account of the ride home? UGH! What a mess! That happened to us on the way home from watching the fireworks on the fourth. We had a 25 min. drive home. Hope your drive home wasn't too long. :)
Also, hope the kiddos are feeling better. We just survived 2 weeks of the swine flu (oink) in our home.
Kaelyn,
Thanks for the tip. Sick bags are now in place in my 3-times-shampooed car.
Jen,
I know I'm mean, but I was kind of laughing too, when all my girls were screaming. (It's easier to laugh when I'm in the front seat, and not right next to the vomit.)
But I'm not laughing anymore...
Gerb,
I wish I could say that Doug and I escaped this one. Unfortunately, we did not. Blech. It's moved like lightning through the fam. At least it's a quick one.
What a way to spend the Fall Break. It's sounds like most of you are feeling better now, thank goodness. We agree with you about that local restaurant. Our kids used to request it but no longer do after our last trip. I think they changed the chef for it used to be pretty good.
Really sorry about the epidemic. I can't go to sleep without checking your blog for fear that I might miss something. I'm addicted to you.
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