Hi guys. Here we are... spring break. We partied with family and friends at the ice rink on Friday night to ring in Joe's 13th birthday, and then I woke up at about 4 am on Saturday to that awful dizzy feeling and stomach flu hit me full force, about ten minutes later. I was hoping and praying I was the only one in the family, and just really run down from all the March activity. (Which was probably very true.) (I got hit with the worst stomach flu I've ever had last year during spring break and spent five days in bed because I was so weak I could barely move.) My man graciously decided to take the hoodlums out for lunch and a movie so I could sleep, and it was one of those "I slept half the day away but thought it was five minutes" kinds of sleeps.
Sadly, one of my little punkins who seemed perfectly fine all day Saturday, actually got suddenly very sick without warning, and threw up at the movie theatre! Ugh. And I wasn't there to help her and deal with it. (Not to mention that I'm sure we just exposed half our city to the flu.) (Mom fail.) Apparently a very nice Canadian woman (or presumably Canadian since she was wearing a shirt that said CANADA on it) came rushing up to Ava in the theatre hallway (where she had just puked- bless her heart) and put her arm around Ava, asked which theatre her parents were in and assured her that she was going to be okay and that she would alert the family. Ava was so embarrassed but this lady was so sweet and helped get Adrain and Joe so they could take her home. Sometimes the kindness of strangers is staggering, and as a mama I sure appreciate that sort of thing, especially when I felt like I was on my deathbed about that same time! Man, I want to be like that when I see someone who just needs a little mama love.
Okay so anyway, we're praying like mad that the boys don't get it and it seems like maybe (hopefully?) it was just a 24 hour bug. Joe had a flu shot and I never did get Ava's scheduled. (Another mom-fail? I'm choosing to let that one go.) On the bright side, I think this means I don't have to do my ab workout today, yes?
The low point was that one of the boys who came fell and hit his head on the ice and we had to call his parents to come pick him up. My heart broke because he was crying and then of course embarrassed to be crying but in obvious pain. I was so grateful that my Dad was there, being a former EMT. He was checking this kid all out for concussions and that sort of thing and sitting with him, holding ice on his head, and just being a good grandpa. I loved that.
love for others. It's contagious.
that's my teenager!
Whahhh! (I survived. And then I puked. The End.)