So this weekend was our anniversary. Sixty Six years of wedded bliss. We’re not sure whether the fact that we both feel like it has been a whole lot longer is a good thing or not. Around here, anniversaries usually = kid free. Yeah, um…usually. This particular anniversary happened to be quite a bit too kid-filled for my liking. We had taken great pains in orchestrating the whole thing. The Boy was going camping with his grandma and cousins. The Girl would be hanging out with a different grandma and cousins. Twenty four hours of kid-less-ness (check me out with all of my made up words). We had plans. Lots of plans. And there was our first mistake.
I was about to get in the shower to get ready for our grown up person dinner (completely free of chicken fingers and crayons) when The Husband, came in looking all sketchy.
“Um, go take a look at The Girl. She said she doesn’t feel good. She said her head hurts. She feels hot.”
What? Wait…no……The last I saw her, she was playing in a blanket tent The Husband had built for her in her room. She was fine. She couldn’t be sick, right? Right?!?!
I went in to check. She was a withering little lump of pathetic-ness. Solemn, pale, and yes, burning up. @#$%^&! Couldn’t this freaking wait until tomorrow? Just one more day? Of all of the days! Why?!? 364 other days! Um, I mean…..I rushed to her side, ready to comfort with motherly tenderness. Ahem.
So, just like that, the 24 hour anniversary celebration turned into…well, pretty much every other day in the life of those of us with kids. We cajoled, pleaded, and bribed almost a full dose of motrin into her, and she fell asleep. Mamaw agreed to come over for a few hours so we could at least still go to dinner. We left for the restaurant then proceeded to stress and obsess about whether or not we should have left her the entire time we were gone. At least she’s not throwing up, we agreed as we rushed off. There was our second mistake. On the way home, Mamaw called….
“Your baby wants you home. She threw up.” $%@#&!
Revised anniversary celebration over. But I had cheesecake, so there was that.
We set her up on the over sized chair…and we sat squished on one side of the couch (the side that didn’t smell like puke) and watched TV.
Dude, don’t hate me for all of the romance and glamor in my life. I’m just lucky that way.
Actually, I am very lucky and blessed and I know it….but if The Girl’s 24 hour bug could have waited for another, oh, I don’t know…. 24 hours? I would have been even blessed-ier.
So do your kids have the radar too? What have they wrecked interrupted for you?
9 responses so far ↓
1 kellypea // Oct 24, 2007 at 8:45 pm
Dud, mel. And a very happy sorta anniversary to you! Our biggie is coming up in December, so who knows…we’re coupling it with my mom’s 70th bday since we’re headed to VA for the holidays. I can only imagine what is in store.
2 Terroni // Oct 25, 2007 at 12:27 am
I don’t have kids, but if my parents had a quarter for every time one of the five of us walked in on them to announce that we were about to throw up next to their bed, or ask for a glass of water (as though our arms were broken), or just let them know that we weren’t asleep yet…well, let’s just say they’d be rich enough to buy themselves some less intrusive kids.
It’s Wednesday, though…Business Time! I wish you the best ;>
3 Lisa // Oct 25, 2007 at 1:40 am
I like the saying: “Keep your expectations low, and you will never be disappointed.” So true when it comes to parents getting a little “me” time.
4 Dory // Oct 25, 2007 at 2:56 pm
Iz bidness time! LOL
Anyway, I was working overtime (at double time!) and my father called me and said I had to come get Rocky because he threw up. I was totally thinking WTH?! because when I left a couple hours earlier, he was fine. I got there and come to find out, my father had made cream of chicken soup for lunch, that’s right, actually opened a can of cream of chicken soup, added a can of milk, and warmed it up, and made the kids eat that for lunch. Rocky did his best and got almost the whole cup of soup down and then puked. So my dad made him lay down until I got there because he was “sick.” My father was actually surprised when I was angry and explained to him that no one actually eats cream of chicken soup; it goes in casseroles. AND that one time when I was 10 and he made me eat cream of mushroom soup (yeah, he’s a repeat offender) I fed the entire bowl one spoon at a time under the table to the dog.
But I didn’t tell him this part… mom got home and asked why the dog had mushroom breath. I told her and she rolled her eyes and muttered something vile under her breath. And told me I could make a PB&J since I was probably still hungry. They divorced six years later. Coincidence? I think not.
5 s'mee // Oct 26, 2007 at 5:38 am
With Thor and I, well, for the first 14 or so years someone, everyone, (it felt like) decided it was a great day to die when our anniversary came along. Seriously. We spent every anniversary at a funeral.
Better luck next year.
Oh and I have added you to my blog roll. : >
6 Jen // Oct 26, 2007 at 5:51 am
My kids have the same radar. It’s amazing that we’ve been able to make the four we have. NO TIME
7 Daisy // Oct 26, 2007 at 3:45 pm
Timing is everything. When they throw up, it’s all over. Ah, sigh. Motherhood.
8 QSMama / Lea // Oct 27, 2007 at 12:12 am
Hmmm, having plans interrupted would mean we’d have to plan something first. I guess that’s where we’re messing up!
But, I agree, they do have some kind of radar. Our version: The times we do visit my parents, who live five hundred miles away, Baby A is *always* sick…just mildly sick enough to be in a bad mood.
And I’m always sick at Christmas. But I think I bring that on myself.
Hope the grandparents gave you rain checks so you can get a full 24 hours of kid-free relaxation soon!
- L
9 Momma Kim // Nov 4, 2007 at 3:19 am
I think the problem is that puking is so dramatic. We think we have to run and do something. I got news for ya…. if the first puke was a good one, the tummy will feel better for at least 20 minutes, and then it’s going to be dry heaves if the nausea returns. So, gather up the sheets, shove them into the washer, spray the Lysol, and RUN for the bedroom. You still have about 16 minutes. Clothes fly, sexy dance, down to the business socks. 13 minutes and ticking. We all know it’s making love… making love for two… making love for two mintues… so you still have 11 minutes. It’s down to 9 once you’ve freshened up with a baby wipe or a sink bath… so, you leave the husband in the bedroom, he’s sleeping before you reach the kitchen. Where you have 8 minutes to pour a glass of wine, take the bottle with you, find the flippin’ remote in the cushions, and pick what YOU want to watch. Now, what’s not to like about a little gak?
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