So this past Thursday, I dropped off my girls for their dance class with the lovely, gracious, and talented Aunt Tera. Cael and I, actually completely I with Cael tagging along because he is 3 and I am his mom and he pretty much goes where I go, headed to the semi-nearby Albertson's for a (supposed-to-be) quick and coupon-filled grocery run.
Cael had nodded off while in the car and was so mellow and pleasant when I undid his carseat. He wanted to just sit in the cart and take it easy, which was fine by me. I meticulously went through my coupons, gathering the precise amounts of Quaker oats and Campbells soup--these things must be counted very specifically, you know.
While winding through the frozen foods, Cael got this very, very sad look on his face, and then so rudely, every item that the poor child had consumed (from what seemed like the beginning of time) violently came out-- all over him, the cart, the case of soup underneath the cart, wow. I attempted to use his green corduroy jacket as a mop; Cael just asked if we could go home now. What to do with a sicky boy and a cart with puked-on soup cans?? I couldn't/ shouldn't really abandon it, especially after the meticulous coupon clipping... I opted to head to the nearest check-out stand, and calmly and rationally (thanks Hayley Mills) fill in my check-out stand guy on the state of affairs in my cart (and also see if they had a water source in which to hose down said cart). Two- thumbs up to the Albertson's crew, who not only were very nice, but they put my stuff in another cart and brought it out to the car.
Situations like this--yes, I've had more than one, always remind me of my lovely and beloved 5th grade teacher, Ms. Renberg. (She actually was a model on the weekends, and taught elementary school Monday- Friday, but that's for another post...) Way back in 5th grade in Washington (State, not DC), Ms. Renberg shared a story on "maturation" day (oh boy, and back then, it was none of this "have a health specialist come in and speak in terms that neither 5th graders nor their parents can understand"- it was have 2 of the 5th grade teachers go in and chat with the boys and the other 2 5th grade teachers go in with the girls and field whatever anonymous questions they can think of. (Who wouldn't want to be a 5th grade teacher??) Ms. Renberg told us about a lady who was out and about one day in white pants, unprepared for the "natural phenomenon" that happens each and every month for the female species. Anyway, the white-panted gal had to walk by a guy outside on her way to her car, and so instead of freaking out (like she wanted to) and making a big deal out of things, she played it cool and normal and said "hi" like no big deal, and he never even noticed that anything wasn't quite right with her wardrobe.
Great story to think of (that's just how my mind works), and hey, maybe no one did notice the vomit dripping from the cart as we rolled out into the parking lot?? I think Ms. Renberg would at least hane given me and Cael some "completely capable" points for composure...
**good news--no more puking for any of the Goff boys for 3 whole days now!! We'll keep our fingers crossed, and try to remain calm and rational...
6 comments:
What a story. I'm glad to hear that there haven't been any new up chucking experiences lately.
I don't know Kir, I was awakened bright and early this very morning with the sweet (or shall I say sour)mumblings from one Mr. Jack..."mooooooooom", "mooooooom" once I opend my door, I instantly knew the results of what lay ahead were not going to be positive. BOTH bunk beds, all bedding and sheeting, beautiful rung, jammies, you name it.....PUKE -O-RAMA. I totally scored about 3 million mother points this morning as I spent oh say 1 1/2 hours cleaning, laundering, disinfecting, fabreezing...oh, the smell. And nothing really smells good right now if ya know what I'm sayin. You handled it like a champ...glad there was a "water source :) " available! XOXo
Oh man! You are way too nice to have to deal with that! :) But I am pleased to hear that the Albertsons crew was helpful and friendly (bonus points!), that your boy is better, and I most definitely agree that model/teacher Ms. Renquist (I think that's her name ...) would have given you some major composure points.
So fun to get a glimpse into your life! I don't see you nearly enough. Please, let's get together more than twice a year. I adore you!
Big hello to your family from us!
I love puke! No not really, it just always seem to come at the worst possible times in life. I don't know about anyone else but I think I could totally handle it better if it weren't such an awful smell. The only time I have ever not minded cleaning up the puke is after my favorite little dog gizmo had eaten a whole bag of mint milano cookies and I had to make her vomit. (The vet told me the chocolate would kill her, whatever, I made her throwup.) Let's just say I'm glad it was mint cookies, no foul odor.
Don't you love being a mom?? Cael was a very lucky boy it was mom instead of dad that was at Albertson's with him. Byron gag's at the smell and is totally helpless. I tink mom's get points in heaven for the many bodily functions and fluids we deal with. More points if we handle it well without getting angry or puking ourselves. Cael's got a good mommy who got many points for this episode. Poor little boy. Glad all are feeling better.
Bravo Kir! I shall always remember YOUR story (and probably your teachers) whenever we find ourselves in a tricky situation like that. Just today Avrie barfed in the car...I was already pulled over and ready with a zip lock bag. A very easy clean-up. I think I might start taking ziplocks with me everywhere. Ziplock bags and wipes and lysol and hand sanitizer...and peptobismal! =)
Good recovery! Good job to Alberstons for helping you out.
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