This morning was the day for my six month dental checkup. Which for me usually means a relatively nice appointment with my favorite dental hygienist, squeaky clean teeth and roughly two hours after a nice fat headache.
But this morning went a little differently as our Jr. wasn’t feeling well about half way or so through our trip to Daddy’s office. The boys had been planning on spending my appointment hanging out with Dad and eating all his cookies. Well you could say that there were “cookies”.
Just after putting the van in park Jr. lost his “cookies” all over. Yeah. Not exactly my plan for the morning. Thankfully I’m slightly - though only very slightly prepared to handle these things. Mostly it was sheer luck that I had an extra jacket and a few other pieces of clothing to keep him warm after we removed the offended clothing.
We got Jr. as cleaned up as we could. Strapped them all back in and sent Daddy homeward with the boys. Lil’B was pleased to report that he did NOT puke up anything he’d eaten for breakfast to just about everyone when they got home. Jr. felt much, much better after ridding himself of his breakfast so we’ll chalk it up to carsick rather than sick, sick.
Needless to say my afternoon changed as well. I had been planning a relatively benign afternoon of waiting around for the washing machine maintenance man. Instead I spent a little over two hours putting my van back to rights. And washing up all things needing to be washed.
Silver lining: my van looks much cleaner now. And since I was cleaning anyway I took care of those couple puppy related spots as well. Lil’B FINALLY gets to ride in the back -back of the van something he’s been asking to do for a couple weeks. The washing machine is now good for another year of service according to Ivan our maintenance man. And I thwarted the headache with a preventative dose of tyl*nol.
