My son never ceases to amaze me. He is always so curious, active, and full of life. Well, last night/this morning it caused him a little bit of trouble. After bath time our normal routine is to read two books (I believe it’s important for a child to hear his mother and father read to him) and then we each tell a “once upon a time” story (which helps with creativity/imagination). Now sometimes our little procastinator spends so much time swimming in the bathtub that it gets cut to one book and story for bed time’s sake. And last night as we gathered in Jesse Jr’s bed (yes, he has a queen size bed. . . something that needs to be remedied to create more space in his room) it turned into a one book night. We also allow him to keep a 1/2 full glass of water in his room. Before the reading of the book, he takes a big gulp from his Spiderman glass. No biggie. Except then I notice that he has a milk moustache. Due to negligence on Mommy and Daddy’s part (neither of us remembered to bring the leftover milk from the morning to the kitchen) he drank milk that was about 12 hours old. And at about 2:30 am this morning he climbed into our bed with a bellyache. So I filled a hot water bottle and got him a pot in case he threw up. At 6, when I got up he said he felt good enough to go to school, so we were going to try it. When Daddy brought him into his bedroom to get dressed he got sick in the pot (good thing we kept it in the bed). So he stayed home with Daddy today. And apparently after vomitting he was like a million bucks and was mad at Daddy for not bringing him to school. Moral of the story: don’t drink sour milk. Or, pick up old dishes.
malady
January 8, 2009
Guess who awoke to the joy of vomit and diarrhea? How did you guess? Yes, it was me. But it wasn’t me cleaning up after Jesse Jr. or even me getting some water for Big Jesse. No, it was me feeling like I was left out in the cold of Alaska right now (60 below–that’s insane). Yesterday Big Jesse and I spent the day shopping and had sushi for lunch. But I don’t think that was the culprit–Jesse’s fine. After our extensive trip we brought home Popeye’s for dinner. Of course, after the hassle at the drive-up window (let’s just say we checked the bag before we drove off) maybe someone spit in our food or something and I happened to get the piece it landed on. Again, a stretch, I know. Both Jesses ate chicken as well and are fine. I think maybe the grease from the chicken disagreed with me. Whatever the cause, Popeye’s is off my list for now. I knew I shoulda just ordered the jambalya and been through with them.
In other news we found out that Big Jesse does not start school on the same day I do. No, he has to suffer through two more weeks of break. His “hillbilly school” (his words, not mine) starts the last week of January. My ranting that he should protest b/c he is not receiving a comparable education to other universitites did nothing to stir him from his grin. Bastard. Maybe I can come up with a long to-do list for him. Funny how those never seem to get crossed off the list…
And I picked up my books yesterday. All $432 worth of them. That’s for five classes (I’m taking six but one mysteriously doesn’t require a book) and it’s ridiculous. Call me a socialist, but I think universities should set up something like Craig’s List listing all books students need or need to get rid of. And it could be (cover your eyes!) *FREE*. Maybe that’s how I’ll make my first million. Setting up an online book swap. I’m all excited now. Have a better attitude day than I’m having. My stomach is placid at the moment so maybe I’ll venture out of my lair for some coffee. And don’t steal my get rich kinda quick idea!
