So, God is at it again. This time, it was feeling slightly uneasy about taking my children bowling, since they had 3 hour early dismissal today. Couldn’t shake the uneasy-ness, just felt that maybe I was just overtired, or cold, as it was chilly today, and attempting to be lazy. Nonetheless, I figured a bowling trip was just what the doctor ordered. Apparently, God had other plans. He started hinting at those plans when, on the way to pick up my children, my 3 year old started complaining his ‘neck hurt’. After whining a few times on the way, I asked “Does the inside of your neck hurt? Like your throat?”
He looked somewhat confused, but said ‘yes’ a bit later. Sore throat. A ha, I thought to myself. I should’ve known. My husband has to leave for a trip Sunday morning until Thursday-Friday or so. Almost every time he leaves for a few days, some ailment or illness plagues us. So this was going to be the ‘illness’ this time. Except, it didn’t stop there. Oh no, there were other much more insidious plans for me. Picked up my unsuspecting children, buckled them up, and started home. We’re two seconds down the road at the first traffic light, and I hear it, just as it splatters into his lap, the back seat, the floor, the library books, the back packs, you name it. They were covered.
“Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!!!!!!!!!”
I immediately put the hazard lights on at the light, thrust open the driver’s door, sliding the passenger door open, taking off my sweatshirt-jacket and trying to spare my poor older children from being hosed anymore so than they already were. I saw the pained look in their faces. You know, the faces of older children that know what just happened and if-you-don’t-get-them-away-from-it-right-that-very-second-they’re-going-to-join-him look. Yeah, you know that look. So I had them open the sliding door on the other side, had my older child sit in the front, my younger child in the middle, next to her 9 month old sister who was none the wiser, busy playing happily with her rattle, goo-goo-gaga-ing at the top of her lungs while her 3 year old brother spewed further into mommy’s jacket.
One of my daughter’s school friend’s mother drove by, asking if I was okay. I just smiled and waved. Um, definitely not.
Gotta love “Daddy’s trips”, sigh.
Aww, Lisa, sorry to hear your little guy is ill. That just stinks when they get sick on the road. I’ve definitely been there.Hoping the rest of Dads absence is uneventful and full of healing.Feel better, little one!