It was a Saturday and my brother wanted to take the boys to Chuck E. Cheese's. Now, it's never a good idea to take my boys there for a very good reason. They get sick. Not just a little sniffle followed by a cute little cough. No. We're talking running to the bathroom in order to get to the toilet in time to puke their guts out. Of course, it never goes straight into the toilet all neat and tidy. It splashes all over the dang thing, all over the walls around it, on the floor, and on the sink. This can also be followed by diarrhea. When you have a kid that normally waits till the last minute and has to run to the bathroom to make it get diarrhea, it's not a pretty sight. My husband gets a major case of the heebie-jeebies when this happens. He is usually armed to the teeth with antibacterial lotion and air freshener. I swear he would wear gloves and a face mask around the house if he thought he could get away with it. Well, I warned my brother that if he took them to Chuck's place, we were going to have a sick house, but he didn't believe me and begged to take them. So, we all trooped to the fun place and you can bet I was armed with antibacterial lotion. The next day was Sunday and we all piled into the van to go to church. My brother insisted that he be the one to sit between two boys in the back seat. After church was over, I asked my husband to stop at the hospital so that I could visit with a friend of mine and see her new baby. We were looking for a place to park when we heard the worst sound you'll ever hear in an enclosed space. Aidan was puking all over himself and his car seat......with Unca Gug sitting right smack up against him. At the time, I was horrified, but now, I'm laughing my head off. We found a parking space and I got out to assess the damage. All I had were wipies and I used the entire box. I did my best to clean him up all the while apologizing profusely to my brother and trying to comfort Aidan. We immediately started for home and had to endure the smell of vomit for the entire hour trip home. During the week, one right after the other got sick. You can bet wild horses couldn't drag us to that place again. I think Unca Gug learned a valuable lesson that day due to a major case of the heebie-jeebies.
They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the
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I had just enjoyed an evening at Chuck E's the other night with the kids. I came home that evening and read your post, dread and anxiety increasing until I finished. Thanks for that. ;-)