If you are new here, read my first What’s for Dinner post to get filled in on what the heck’s going on around here. If you have been to this rodeo before, let’s get down to business.
First lets start with dinner. On top of the fact that I am still rarely cooking, Charlotte is sick today and has wanted to be held non stop. So, dinner was warmed up chili and rice on a tortilla with cheese and crushed Doritos. We called it Crunchy Burritos. I got the idea from my friend Erin this summer. The boys loved it, but I couldn’t bring my self to eat it. I had a bagel with cream cheese and tomatoes.
Like I mentioned before Charlotte is sick. Which among other things means we both stayed in our jammies all day. Her jammies happened to be boy pajamas, because someone is super behind on laundry and all of Charlotte’s cute, warm, girl jammies are dirty.
During one of her brief moments of happiness today (when she had a fresh dose of medicine) she brought me a pair of her tights and asked me to help her put them on.
What ev’s….if it makes you happy. She spent most of the remainder of the day this way. I think she just wanted to feel a little more feminine.
As for the basketball portion of the evening, my husband usually takes Conner to his basketball practice on Thursday nights. Thatcher usually goes with him to watch, but last week Sim had a lapse in judgement gave me a break and took all the kids….Ha ha…..when he got home he looked at me and said, “I am never doing that again.”
I volunteered to take Conner tonight and after seeing the gym and how there is no place to sit and hardly any extra room because two teams are practicing at a time, I can’t believe he didn’t come home after 10 minutes last week.
It was fun, but also a little painful to watch Conner’s practice. He may or may not be the worst player on the team. We gotta teach that kid how to dribble….
Also, it might be the pregnancy, but I could smell Conner from about twenty feet away after practice. Yikes, I know he smells a little sometimes when he’s been playing hard outside, and I like to tease him about his “Stinky Armpits,” but this was ridiculous.
We stopped at the store on our way home and got him two packs of deodorant. He was super excited and feels really cool. Thatcher, on the other hand, was sad we didn’t get him any. I told him not to worry, I’m sure his armpits will get really stinky when he is seven.
And lastly, if you are up for a little more reading, I have an update on myself and my own plight with a nasty sickness this week.
I wish I could report that the pregnancy sickness has left the building, but no such luck. I am worried it is trying to stay forever! NOOOOOOOOO!
Actually, I have been feeling quite a bit better in the mornings, but evenings and trying to sleep at night, are still pretty horrendous! With that said, let’s start the story…
So, Monday morning I was feeling really crappy again in the morning, I was like, “What is going on? I thought I was starting to get better!” Then my friend, who is also pregnant, and actually due the same day I am (that was not planned, no pregnancy pact here,) called to see if I wanted to go walk on the treadmills at the gym.
I’ve been trying to go every once in a while, even though I feel terrible, and I know she is probably getting sick of my endless whining about the nausea, so I agreed to meet her there.
We ended up walking for almost an hour. We were Chatty Cathy’s and didn’t notice how much time had passed. I felt pretty horrible as I was leaving the gym but thought it was just my regular nausea.
I really needed to go to the store for some fresh produce and milk…. we had just gotten home the night before from almost a week at my sisters. The store is right by the gym, so I decided to be tough and go get what I needed before heading home. I was looking forward to laying on the couch and playing dead for the rest of the day.
While shopping I continued to get weaker and weaker. I seriously felt like I was going to pass out or throw-up in the middle of the store. I thought it must be because I hadn’t eaten a whole lot or had much water that morning and had ended up burning more calories then I meant to at the gym.
I was trying to hurry and just get the heck out of there…I got to the back of the store to grab the milk, which was my last stop….It hit me, I was going to pass out if I did not eat or drink something immediately. I was so embarrassed to do this, but I had to choose between embarrassment or death, and I did have a small child in my care. So, for her sake, I chose embarrassment.
I reached in the cooler next to the milk where they keep the orange juice and other juices. I grabbed the closest thing I could reach. It was a half gallon of raspberry lemonade. I opened that sucker and just started chugging. Well, that raspberry lemonade got me through the check out process, which ended up being a nightmare of it’s own.
I realized I had forgotten my debit card when I got up to the register. Good thing I had my checkbook with me. I write a check and everything is going swimmingly until she asks for my ID. My ID…crap, it’s in the van, in my gym bag, because I have to use it to check Charlotte into the child care area.
I tell the clerk and she calls someone over to see if they can make an exception. Nope, no exception today!
At this point I want to shout at both of them. “Seriously, can you see me? Can you see that I am on the verge of death here?” But instead I push my cart to the side and carry Charlotte all the way to the van to get my drivers license and all the way back, which has completely used up the last bit of life I had left in me. I get to the customer service area where the cashier told me to go and….
You won’t believe this….the receipt printer decides to not work when the women finally gets everything entered. I am standing there…..more like leaning there on the counter, trying not to loose it. I tried to sound normal as I said, “I actually don’t even want the receipt.” She insisted that I wait just a minute, ‘you never know when you might need your receipt.’ (keep in mind I already have a receipt from the first cashier that helped me) Like a gift from heaven, at that moment, it prints out, Hallelujah! I snagged it off the printer before she could even hand it to me. I am sure she was staring at me like ‘who is that crazed lunatic’ as I pushed my cart out of the store. But I didn’t have enough energy to care!
When I finally get us and the groceries in the car, Charlotte is crying because she is hungry, and all I can think is, “how am I ever going to feed her and get her to bed.” Somehow I did it, and just as I sat down to try and eat something myself…it started….turns out this was more then my regular nausea, I had the STOMACH FLU! I started puking and didn’t stop until about 10:00 that night. I won’t bore you with the rest of the disgusting details, but lets just go ahead and chalk Monday up to one of the worst experiences of my life!!!
I always hate the stomach flu, but I just found out I really hate it when I am in the nausea phase of pregnancy!!!
So, how has your week been? 🙂
Keep it Real!
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