Yesterday I spent all day getting ready for our weekend up in the mountains with friends. Because Julie had been home sick (cold, cough, and fever) from school on Wednesday and Thursday, I had a ton of errands to run—Petco to get cat food, CVS for Children's Tylenol, Blockbuster to return the kids' overdue movies, Whole Foods to pick up apples and bananas, the bank, and the post office. I also had a phone appointment with one of Steph's teachers. In between all of this, I did two loads of laundry, ran the dishwasher, packed up suitcases for me, Pete, and Julie (and supervised Steph's), made a kugel, and made sandwiches for the kids for the ride up (Andy and I planned to get burritos at Dos Amigos in Concord). Phew!
Andy got home early and packed up his stuff, and we got on the road at about 4:40. Normally it takes us just over 2.5 hours to go the 150 miles (it's all highway), including a pit stop or two. Not surprisingly, though, we hit a fair amount of rush hour and weekend traffic, and the rain slowed things down even more. We were all irritable by the time we got up there at about 8:00, and Pete was complaining that he didn't feel well. I honestly just assumed that he was tired and grouchy.
Fast forward to about 11:00, when I woke up and said to Andy, "I just heard a big SPLASH!" At the same instant, I heard Pete at our doorway saying, "Mom?" I had only a nanosecond to think, "Isn't that odd that Pete happens to be needing me for something at the same second that I woke up to a strange SPLASH sound!" The next nanosecond I realized that he had puked everywhere—he couldn't even make it to the bathroom.
Our friends had plans they couldn't change for last night, so they were intending to get an early start first thing this morning and meet us at the mountain. We called them right away and told them to turn off their alarm clock. That was the only saving grace—that they didn't drive up all the way up only to have their weekend ruined too!
This morning Pete felt better, not pukey but still not 100%. Andy was going to take the girls to the mountain for a few runs, but it had rained all night and then turned quite cold, so there was a layer of ice on everything. He called the mountain and was told that only a few trails were open, although they hoped to open the rest later. We decided to bag the whole idea and just head home.
So here we are. How's your weekend going?