Nothing can bring on the plague like a planned visit with my best friend R~.
Almost every time we make plans to get together (because, you see, we live about 10 hours apart — really inconvenient), my kids get sick. Or her kids get sick. Someone gets sick. Then, of course, the plans have to be canceled.
Oh, we won’t be stopped by the common cold, and we’ve even decided a bout of pink eye is no longer worth calling things off. What is up with the pink eye anyway? I never got it as a kid. My siblings never got it as kids. My kids? Have had it at least three or four times.
Puking, however, is pretty much a deal breaker. As, of course, is the southern-ended version of puking. Who wants to make a trek with all that going on, only to share the fun once we get together? Not us, that’s who.
So today was no different. She was driving through my state on her way home from a visit with family in a nearby state. I was going to drive down a couple of hours to meet her for lunch and an afternoon at the park with kids as she went through.
Naturally, that meant someone had to start upping their chuck with great vengeance. Not that it was meant to be vengeful, of course, but wow. Poor McH.
He insisted this morning that I make the trip anyway, but I didn’t want to leave him alone. I wanted to take care of him. I wanted to go get him Sprite and saltine crackers. I wanted to be there for him as a good wife should. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t on the road with a truck full of kids who may or may not be incubating a vomiting virus that was ready to spew forth at any second. Nothing like being a couple of hours from home with a truck full o’ chuck, and five sick kids, you know?
Plus? I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Not that I’m complaining. I mean, I got more sleep than I would have had it been one of the kids. That would have required steam cleaning carpets. But still: not much sleep, coming down with The Cold myself, and not knowing who might be tossing their cookies next? Just. Couldn’t. Do it.
Luckily McH is feeling much better this evening, and no one else seems ready to ralph, so we’re chalking it up to food poisoning (from his lunch, since we all ate the same dinner last night). That’s good. I guess.
R~ and her family are planning another trip this direction in November, so if you don’t like posts about puke, you might want to avoid my blog that month.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.