This morning at 3:00 a.m., my bedroom door open and I heard, "Mom?" It was Carter (8). All I kept thinking was, "Oh, please don't let it be he peed the bed. Please!" Then he said in a crying voice, "I just threw up." All I kept thinking was, "Oh, please, why wasn't it just pee?!?" As I got out of bed to assess the damage, my stomach flip-flopped every which way but loose. (I've mentioned it before, but I'll remind you that I cannot stand throw up. The sight. The sound. The smell. Even thinking about it makes me sick.) Joe followed me into the bedroom, where he said the words I was longing to hear: "I'll clean it up." I know I married that man for a reason. Needless to say, neither one of us got much rest after that incident.
Tonight is the annual Blue and Gold Banquet for cub scouts (Taylor and Carter). I don't know what to do now. Joe is working today and then flying to Massachusetts this evening and coming home tomorrow night. (Remember?) Grandparents have already been invited. Now I really don't know if Carter is up to it. Or if I enough energy to make food preparations for it. We are supposed to make a pasta dish (I'm bringing kid-friendly macaroni & cheese) and each cub is to bring his own decorated cake for dessert. I'd hate to make Taylor miss it. Carter is not running a fever and seems okay now. I just want to fast-forward over the next day or two.
So, on to my WIPs. First, food for tonight (of course, depending upon whether or not we go). Birthday presents for my dear niece. I'm thinking a birthday tote (and maybe a tissue pouch) and a dish towel apron (which was just added to the to-do list after seeing that cute tute). And then I signed up to donate some cosmetic bags (a.k.a. zippered pouches) for a nursing home's bingo game for the first week of March. And then I'd love to get around to this. It's for a good cause. And, luckily, it's not needed until the end of March.
And, right now, I think I'm going to kiss these cheeks:
I love that baby!