Good Intentions

I had hoped to give you a virtual tour of our Christmas tree today. (Is that even interesting to anyone but me? Looking at other  people's Christmas ornaments?) Then yesterday happened, which threw today off-kilter and, well, it ain't happenin'.  I had intended to drop Dean off at school Wednesday morning, drive to work, get the last bit of my prep work done (I start rehearsals on Friday), then drive back in time to get Dean at 2pm.  As we were preparing to leave, I logged onto Facebook and saw tales of icy roads, freezing rain and school cancellations.  I opened the curtains to reveal the fact that YES! There was indeed freezing rain, and right outside my own house even!  My car was completely frozen and the tv was flashing news of road closures, accidents and schools on alert.  Valuing my life as I do, I called and told them I wasn't coming to work.  They told me that was a pretty good idea.

Since I didn't go in yesterday, this meant I HAD to go today to finish prepping my rehearsal studio. Dean has come with me once before when I was doing the very task I had to do today, so I brought him along. Halfway through our drive down, he started wheezing a bit. He said he was ok, but he was coughing. I tried to encourage him to take it easy and watch his DVD or play with his trains while I worked, but OMG TAPE MEASURES, PAPER CUPS AND DIFFERENT COLORS OF TAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, he broke our 100 foot tape measure, wrapped himself with red spike tape and made a tower out of paper cups. When we were done, we headed to our car, which was parked waaaaaaaaaaay out in front of the theatre. PETER PAN is playing right now and the cast and crew is huge, so there was no parking to be found in the staff lot when  I arrived. Halfway back to the car, Dean sat down on the (WET) sidewalk and said, "Sugar, I tired!" So I shifted the backpack, giant purse, insulated lunchbox thingy and laptop I was carrying and scooped him up. He looked really tired, so I suggested he take a nap in the car. He replied, "Ok, Sugar. Niiiiiiight Night."

He napped for about 10 minutes before coughing so hard that he gagged and barfed a little. That woke him up. He said, "Uh oh, a mess!" We pulled over, cleaned up and got back on the road. He refused to  nap when we got home, so we spent the afternoon putting stickers on the important dates  in our Highlights 2011 calendar, reading High Five magazine, snuggling and watching Curious George. He perked up a bit when Marcus came home, so I ran to the grocery store and swung through Zaxby's for a quick dinner. We were settling in, watching a pre-bedtime episode of The Cat In The Hat and looking through a toy catalog when Dean started barfing buckets...all over my left arm.   Marcus, ever the smart one, caught most of it with a page from a sale paper. Let me tell you...I  never want to see another grape as long as I live.

So, friends, that is why you are not getting a virtual tour of my Christmas tree today. On Friday I will begin rehearsing my latest project. I'm excited about getting back to work, mildly apprehensive about being away from home more and really, really ready for my Christmas break next week.

Here's hoping this Christmas isn't barftastic like last year.

Comments

[eva]

Dude, either you make this barfing up (another version of whoring out your blog a la "tube tying" perhaps?!), or I have the luckiest luck ever - my kid has barfed maybe three times. Ever. Other than the approximately 4 times she spit up as an infant. Poor Dean and poor-er you!

All that snuggling sounds nice though - I am suddenly realizing how much less snuggling happens as our kids get more and more gigantic. sniff.

[rkmama]

Oh my Lord the grapes. Rowan did that to me once when she was 2 and just...EW. Hope things are way less pukey for you today!

[Dusty]

Oh, my... That is one of the worst parenting things ever. It is so much better when they are big enough to make it to the bathroom first. Hope Dean feels better very soon!