Today's plan was to try out Master Swim in the morning instead of the Tri Swim Clinic at night. I had no kids at home with me, so I was just going to get up early and meet my friends and hope for the best. I definitely would have been worst of the best, but it's time to raise the bar, right? So, after a wonderful dinner out to celebrate my Dad's birthday with my mom and sister, and a drive home in a blizzard, I went to bed last night, and set my alarm for 7.
My cell phone rang at 6:40, and it was my SIL. The very same SIL who had Bubba spending the night at her house. I knew that it couldn't be good. She reported that Bubba had been up all night, vomiting, and that he was ready to come home. Since Daddy does not do vomit, I brushed my car off and went to go get him. My road hadn't been plowed yet, so I was hoping that it wouldn't get done in my absence. On the way to get him I stopped to get Gingerale, the puking kids necessary beverage, and creamer, since I was trapped home all day without it yesterday. I also sent a text to my friend to let her know I would not be at swim. My poor SIL looked exhausted, and I now owe her BIG time for not calling me at 1 am to come get him. She must really love her nephew to have stayed up with him all night. I truly have amazing in laws!
On the way home my gas light came on. I asked Bubba if we could stop, and he said he just wanted to get home. I don't blame him. As I pulled up to my street, I could tell the plow had been there. CRAP! I pulled up to the driveway, saw the size of the snow bank, and said, I can do this, and gunned it. This only resulted in me getting stuck ON TOP of the snow. I left Ruby, half in the driveway, half in the road, and brought my sick little boy inside. I texted this picture to the husband:
and asked for help digging Ruby out when he had a chance. Thankfully he came to my house shortly after, and at the same time my neighbor showed up with his snow blower. Between the two of them, Ruby got freed from her perch. Daddy stayed with Bubba while I ran to fill the tank and get my groceries. Crisis averted!
Bubba started feeling better, and had some juice, and a Popsicle. Shortly after, the following phrase was uttered: "Mom, I don't know if I just farted, or if I pooped in my pants." After a wipe down, and a change of clothes, he laid down on the coach, which was quickly followed by another change of clothes, the blanket and slip cover being removed from the coach, and me making a mental note that I should have gotten the cleaning solution for the carpet cleaner. It's going to be a fun day! Good thing the cable got installed yesterday....
I guess the shoveling will have to count for my upper body strength training, and it's going to be another day on the bike, instead of a swim day. Maybe next Sunday I can try the Master Swim class. The joys of being a tri-mommy!
On a side note, my cousin has a new song, check it out:
Wooden Ships by Jennifer Tefft
My cell phone rang at 6:40, and it was my SIL. The very same SIL who had Bubba spending the night at her house. I knew that it couldn't be good. She reported that Bubba had been up all night, vomiting, and that he was ready to come home. Since Daddy does not do vomit, I brushed my car off and went to go get him. My road hadn't been plowed yet, so I was hoping that it wouldn't get done in my absence. On the way to get him I stopped to get Gingerale, the puking kids necessary beverage, and creamer, since I was trapped home all day without it yesterday. I also sent a text to my friend to let her know I would not be at swim. My poor SIL looked exhausted, and I now owe her BIG time for not calling me at 1 am to come get him. She must really love her nephew to have stayed up with him all night. I truly have amazing in laws!
On the way home my gas light came on. I asked Bubba if we could stop, and he said he just wanted to get home. I don't blame him. As I pulled up to my street, I could tell the plow had been there. CRAP! I pulled up to the driveway, saw the size of the snow bank, and said, I can do this, and gunned it. This only resulted in me getting stuck ON TOP of the snow. I left Ruby, half in the driveway, half in the road, and brought my sick little boy inside. I texted this picture to the husband:
and asked for help digging Ruby out when he had a chance. Thankfully he came to my house shortly after, and at the same time my neighbor showed up with his snow blower. Between the two of them, Ruby got freed from her perch. Daddy stayed with Bubba while I ran to fill the tank and get my groceries. Crisis averted!
Bubba started feeling better, and had some juice, and a Popsicle. Shortly after, the following phrase was uttered: "Mom, I don't know if I just farted, or if I pooped in my pants." After a wipe down, and a change of clothes, he laid down on the coach, which was quickly followed by another change of clothes, the blanket and slip cover being removed from the coach, and me making a mental note that I should have gotten the cleaning solution for the carpet cleaner. It's going to be a fun day! Good thing the cable got installed yesterday....
I guess the shoveling will have to count for my upper body strength training, and it's going to be another day on the bike, instead of a swim day. Maybe next Sunday I can try the Master Swim class. The joys of being a tri-mommy!
On a side note, my cousin has a new song, check it out:
Wooden Ships by Jennifer Tefft
Comments
Poor baby.
I can't believe all the snow everyone is getting. Send some our way. Sounds like you could do without some :-)