Really, I should have known! I'm not sure why the puke covering the hallway floor and throw rug was my first clue. The signs had been there all day long!
Monday morning started out like most other Mondays - mAd!!!! Samantha decided to turn the shower on and let the water warm up before she got in. But she didn't get in for almost 10 minutes. Both the girls come running into my bedroom, where I am still blissfully sleeping away. They're 7 3/4 and 9 - they can pretty much manage in the morning w/o my supervision. And a rested Momma is a happy Momma! Anyway, the tub is almost 2/3's full of water but they hadn't plugged it so they were all panicky about what was going on. I'm trying to wake up and figure out what they are talking about. I rush to the bathroom to make sure we aren't about to flood the bathroom floor. This is when I realize both the girls still have their pj's on. Why is this I ask? The shower is running - someone should have been in here. Sam says - I was letting it warm up. By the time Anah gets in the shower - ice cold water!!!! And mAd MoNdAY has started! Samantha then dumps her bowl of cereal all over herself, the table, the chair and the floor. I don't do well with these kind of things. I try to keep my patience and bite my tongue and don't say anything while I clean up the mess and she changes clothes. She is extremely apologetic and keeps crying about the situation. I'm trying to show "mercy" but really I just want to yell. I tell her - it was an accident lets move on.
I enjoy the time, while my girls are in school, at my parents house going through New York and DC pictures with my Mom. We have a really nice day! I leave to pick up the girls and head to a Dr's appt for Sam. Right away something is a little fishy with her. Her attitude appears fine but her breath is so stinky and smelly that I can smell her from some distance away. I check her teeth, they look fine. Has she been brushing twice a day? YES! Okay, have a piece of gum. WOW! I can still really smell that breath. Maybe we should talk to the doctor about this. That would be good Mom. While we are waiting for Dr. Husarik to come in and take a look at the wart on her foot she starts complaining of a stomachache. Do you need to go to the bathroom? No, my stomach just hurts. Okay. She did incredibly well while having her wart froze off. No tears, no flinching. Dr. Husarik was thoroughly impressed and kept telling her what a great job she was doing. He even thought there was a possibility that even though it was so big that he might have got it all with one "dose" because she let him "burn" it for so long! I'm very proud of how well she has done so instead of suckers from the dr's office we head to Wendy's for a frosty! Yum! From there I need to pick up a few things at Walmart. BIG MISTAKE!!!!!
I swear the minute we walked through those doors a monster entered my child. The whining, complaining, arguing with me and her sister, the moodiness, the tears, tears and more tears were almost more than I could handle. It didn't help when Savanah started playing with her Frosty that was only half way finished and ended up dumping the cup and all onto the floor! CLEAN UP ON AISLE 9 - CLEAN UP ON AISLE 9!!! At this point, I have literally forgotten everything I needed to purchase at Walmart but I knew I had at least a dozen items on my list. All that is in the cart is a gallon of milk and two bags of frozen tater tots, which weren't on the list. I'm trying to collect my thoughts and sanity, I might add. What was on that stupid list? As we walk thru the aisles trying to spark some recollection of what I needed, Sam trails behind me crying and fighting with her sister. What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? I can't believe the way you are behaving! What is going on? At this point, I am almost in tears myself. Isn't shopping with the kids supposed to get easier the older they get? How could have I been so misguided on this issue? That's it - it's homework, dinner and bed for you the minute we get home. Lots, lots more tears!
We stop and pick up KFC/Taco Bell on the way home. By the time, homework and dinner is over it's almost 8:00pm. Bedtime! That's great, I'm so glad we got you in bed early! ARGH!!!!!
All is well, finally. My hubbie and I are watching TV together enjoying the silence of upset children. We head to bed - him long before me. At 3:00am I hear a little voice say, Mommy my tummy hurts really, really bad. I'm so sorry I woke you up. It's okay baby. Let's find the pepto. Do you need a puke bucket? Yes. Have you went to the bathroom? Just got done, but my tummy stills really hurts. 20 minutes later she's tucked back in bed with a towel covering her pillow, a bowl next to her head in case she has to barf and instructions that if she can, she should try and make it to the toilet to throw-up!
And this is how I come to find myself staring at the vomit covering the hallway floor and throw rug in between the girls bedroom door and the bathroom door at 4am this morning. Why aren't you using your bowl, Sam? I thought I could make it to the bathroom. Let's get you cleaned up.
My precious baby is still sleeping on the floor of my bedroom in her Daddy's old sleeping bag. I can't even count how many times she apologized to her Daddy and I for waking us up. What a sweetheart!
I should have seen that throw-up coming from about 21 hours away!!!!!