My week ended badly! Phone call from daycare - "Hi, Mom. We are calling to tell you your daughter threw up all over the classroom." Oh, nice! Once I get there, of course I get the token letter - "your child may not attend class tomorrow due to illness." Diarrhea or Vomit was checked. Apparently she spewed all over the teacher and the desks. Great!
So, we spent all of Friday at home. Watching movies and just hangin' out. All day yesterday and all this morning, all I heard was "I feel better." No presence of chunks flying. Awesome! Let's go shopping for our weekend errands - when else do I have time to shop?! After making 3 stops, we headed to the liquor store to pick up some brews for a co-worker's football party tomorrow. We round the corner and I hear "My tummy hurts!" Followed by a burp and WOW!! A fountain of chunks and that pungent puke smell came flying at me! Holy Moly! Right in the middle of the isle! I look up and the guy a few isles over has his face mangled in disgust and horror, knowing that he has to clean up the mess! My shirt is soaked! My pants are worse! And wait, I wore flip-flops so I had icky goeyness all between my toes! Yuck! What do I do? She says "I feel better." I certainly hope so! After ensuring no one fell in the largest puddle I've seen from a small child, I ran! Yes, Ran out of the store! Beer? Well, I decided I didn't need it - too many puke and alcohol memories from my campus days!