Anticipated: Get June up from her nap and get her ready to go to dinner with the family.
Happened: Got June up from her nap and she barfed all over her dad. She was acting totally happy and fine so we still made for the dinner plans.
Anticipated: Relaxing drive to the restaurant while holding Michael’s hand and June babbling happily in the back seat.
Happened: June fussed and then barfed repeatedly, forcing us to pull into a parking lot near Washington and Priest.
Anticipated: June being cute and also snuggly in a long-sleeved shirt and overalls because we were eating outside.
Happened: Peeling soiled outfit from her body then wrapping her up in a fleece blanket while we consider what to do now.
Anticipated: Spending quality time and sharing some laughs with my parents and brother.
Happened: Spending some quality with a man who was either on serious drugs or else clinically insane and being terrified until he finally left us alone.
Anticipated: Gently pulling June out of the car so we can easily transition her into bed.
Happened: Pull June out of the car while trying not to get too much yuck on me and taking her straight to the shower.
Anticipated: Eating dinner and sipping a margarita at one of my favorite restaurants, The Old Tortilla Factory.
Happened: Eating Old Tortilla Factory food that my folks brought to our house for us while sitting on the living room floor in yoga pants.
My great thanks to my parents and brother for driving so far out of their way to bring us food. If not for you, Michael and I might have had a birthday dinner of cereal and yogurt instead of delicious steak, chicken and shrimp tacos on specialty tortillas. And thanks threefold to Michael: for being the one who was puked on, for doing the laundry so swiftly (thank goodness the smell came out) and for remaining cool and collected with the crazy.