So. We went for a quick Italian dinner on Thursday night. No big right? Right. Our pizza is served to the table, seemed like it took too long but I'd had a long day and a headache and had no desire to be anywhere near a kitchen so who was I to complain? No one. Pizza comes. We get the boys in order, cut the Littlest' pizza, he decides he really just wants crackers (great). I'm halfway through my first and what ended up being my only piece when I hear it. The choke. Not even a gag. Just a small choke. I knew what was coming even before I could react. As I'm reaching over to help the Littlest I instinctively hold my hand in a cupped fashion in front of his mouth and the best gift in the world is given to me. V.O.M.I.T. In the busy little restaurant, yep. With people all around us. And that was just the beginning. I grab his little arm and as my eyes brush past my honey's eyes, I know, I can feel darts of embarassment coming my way. He's not mad I see but just wants to disappear. He's concerned for the Littlest and trying to help but very much wanting to go into the wall like a ghost. I get the Littlest to the ground to rush him to the bathroom and as soon as his feet hit the ground, BAM! Ten times more the volume that came out the first time comes flooding out of his little mouth all over the floor. I'm SURE people who were eating were DONE by now....but I kept my eyes on the ground and the Littlest and we hustled off, vomit all over our legs and shoes and diaper bag and of course, leaving the puddles on the floor behind us for Daddy to clean up. I get him to the bathroom and once again and worst of all, vomit times three A.L.L. O.V.E.R. T.H.E. B.A.T.H.R.O.O.M. floor. Everywhere. And you know, I'm thinking to myself as my head throbbed bigger than the bathroom we were in, suddenly I feel like vomitting. ..........All I wanted to do was go get a quick dinner, and crash into a puddle when we got home. It's pure 100% in your face here take that and then take that and how about that. It's a test to see what your fortitude level is. Mine is high. I could have gotten upset. I could have maybe even cried. I could have cussed. Why though? He's just a little one. He didn't do it on purpose. You know, you go into robot mode. I cleaned that baby up and I told him to stand in one place and not move (and miraculously he didn't move; thank you God for that small gesture) and I cleaned that bathroom floor three times till it shined. You could still smell remnants of you know, puke, but um, it was one dang clean floor. Probably cleaner than when we opened the door and he lost his 'cookies' so to speak all over it.
Then a small knock on the door. A meek one. ?? What in the world? Do people knock on public bathroom doors? It's my honey. He looks fragile. But he hands me the diaper bag in case I need it. He had been on all fours in the middle of that restaurant cleaning up that carpet where he got sick. So both of us doing the same thing, and probably the Oldest sitting there (I imagine, I never asked but I imagine) blissfully eating his pizza. I told him I was going to come out, gather my purse and take the Littlest home. Great idea he said, we'll get the pizza box and get the h*** out of here. Ya think? So one minute later, I'm leaving the bathroom with the baby and I run into a little old lady (and she was rather short so 'little' is quite appropriate) and I say guiltily to her, "I'm so sorry, you might not want to go in there, he just got sick all over the floor and although it's a very clean floor now, the smell is not the best." To which she quickly replied and herin lies the lesson of the day, "Oh honey, if you think that's the first time I've smelled something like that, you've got another thing coming, don't you worry about it. He didn't do it on purpose did he? That's what I thought, he didn't do it on purpose and look how cute he is and look at that little baseball on his shirt and my look at those eyes....blah blah blah" but then she says, "Honey, it's gonna be alright you hear me?" and at that moment, for whatever reason, I just needed to hear that. From my day (really the week but the day was the culmination) to that little vomit fest, I just needed to hear someone say that. I didn't know I did, but I did. And it almost brought tears to my eyes because then I realized her husband had walked back with her to the bathroom and they had been holding hands. Just two older people still holding hands. And somehow it came full circle. Probably doesn't make sense that it did but there was wisdom and love standing in front of me and she was still rambling, trying to get the undivided attention of the Littlest and as I thanked her and bustled away, it hit me that 'yeah, that's what it's all about. understanding, love and wisdom. throw whatever at me, I've got it covered.'
Make sense or not, ya gotta love that. When we were all home together, we got home first, him and the Oldest second, my honey said to me, "wouldn't it have been better to stay at home and eat?" and I said, "they're kids, this is life, be thankful." He just looked at me with solid surprise but then it turned to love and quietly we both just knew. We are NOT complaining.
Then a small knock on the door. A meek one. ?? What in the world? Do people knock on public bathroom doors? It's my honey. He looks fragile. But he hands me the diaper bag in case I need it. He had been on all fours in the middle of that restaurant cleaning up that carpet where he got sick. So both of us doing the same thing, and probably the Oldest sitting there (I imagine, I never asked but I imagine) blissfully eating his pizza. I told him I was going to come out, gather my purse and take the Littlest home. Great idea he said, we'll get the pizza box and get the h*** out of here. Ya think? So one minute later, I'm leaving the bathroom with the baby and I run into a little old lady (and she was rather short so 'little' is quite appropriate) and I say guiltily to her, "I'm so sorry, you might not want to go in there, he just got sick all over the floor and although it's a very clean floor now, the smell is not the best." To which she quickly replied and herin lies the lesson of the day, "Oh honey, if you think that's the first time I've smelled something like that, you've got another thing coming, don't you worry about it. He didn't do it on purpose did he? That's what I thought, he didn't do it on purpose and look how cute he is and look at that little baseball on his shirt and my look at those eyes....blah blah blah" but then she says, "Honey, it's gonna be alright you hear me?" and at that moment, for whatever reason, I just needed to hear that. From my day (really the week but the day was the culmination) to that little vomit fest, I just needed to hear someone say that. I didn't know I did, but I did. And it almost brought tears to my eyes because then I realized her husband had walked back with her to the bathroom and they had been holding hands. Just two older people still holding hands. And somehow it came full circle. Probably doesn't make sense that it did but there was wisdom and love standing in front of me and she was still rambling, trying to get the undivided attention of the Littlest and as I thanked her and bustled away, it hit me that 'yeah, that's what it's all about. understanding, love and wisdom. throw whatever at me, I've got it covered.'
Make sense or not, ya gotta love that. When we were all home together, we got home first, him and the Oldest second, my honey said to me, "wouldn't it have been better to stay at home and eat?" and I said, "they're kids, this is life, be thankful." He just looked at me with solid surprise but then it turned to love and quietly we both just knew. We are NOT complaining.
The End.
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