Friday, July 31

The No good Day

So, I have some friends that refuse to blog or look at blogs because they think everyone sugar coats their lives, or at least only post those wonderful things that happen in the day. I do think it is true to a point. However, I am now breaking the trend and documenting a day that went from bad, to worse, to okay in the end.
On Wednesday I taught a long teaching day, fought my children with chores, and greatly looked forward to the date I was to have with my husband that night. My mother in law and sister in law joined us in the afternoon which was very enjoyable. I always enjoy their visits, as do the kids. Well, nana took the grandkids to get ice cream. Makayla came back not feeling so well. I was wondering if it was because she hadn't eaten much during the day and then had ice cream. We hopped in the car to go see my sister in law Bre's new paint job on her new house. Kayla was in tears by the time we arrived. We got her some bread and a glass of water hoping that would help settle things. As I was upstairs looking at possible paint for a bathroom, Makayla came up saying she felt better. I was relieved until she said, "all I needed to do was throw up!!" What?!!!! I quickly usurred her out to our car so we didn't contaminate anyone else (hopefully damage wasn't already done). Because of this turn of events our date was over. Not only did Kayla need her mom home (although at that moment I didn't know how bad it was going to get) but my sister in law Lori was set to babysit, but because she has been helping on an off with the new baby at my other sister in laws house, we couldn't risk her getting sick. So, now the much needed break for Brad and I was off and even worse, I had to decide what to do for dinner.
I am driving home and complaining to my sister Allison on the phone about how I am sick of my kids being sick and such when I heard the worst sound....Makayla puking in the car. Yep, when it rains it pours. At that point I was practically in tears. Sometimes the sacrifices of motherhood are extremely overwhelming. Cleaning up throw up is one of those moments I can really do without. I talked with Brad and we decided to just grab something at Costco as he was there picking up diapers.
The oven is on, preheating for orange chicken, and all I smell is gas. I go over to see if one of my burners was partially turned on, but nope they are fine. So, I made the could be fatal mistake of opening the oven door to see what the problem was. Well, a huge gaseous ball of fire shot out at me and then recinded to it's home. It happened so quickly. My first thought, once I knew I wasn't hurt at all, was "Do I still have eyebrows?" I had tons of flaky things falling from my head. I thought it was just debri from the oven. Nope, not that lucky. It was half of my eye lashes and some hair from my head (just the very top front). Brad assures me I am still beautiful, as he is trying not to laugh too hard. He comes to give me a hug, but can't stand to be near me as I smell like burned hair. Probably because I had burned hair. The only thing that smells worse than burned hair is wet burned hair. I discovered that as I took a shower to try to make myself not dispicable to all those around me.
I was ready to go to bed and wake up the next morning with a fresh new day. Of course I knew the night could be bad with a throwing up child (she was puking until 10pm). Brad bought me brownie bites to help cheer me up. It worked, although I have been fighting my weight so as I enjoyed them I knew I would hate myself in the morning for eating them...but I still enjoyed EVERY BITE!!!!

8 comments:

Koreena said...

Wow!! I have to say first that I'm so glad you weren't hurt beyond some burnt hair! Secondly, you're right, motherhood requires some serious sacrificing. Cleaning up throw up is definitely one of my least favorite tasks. I hope she's doing much better now and you get a real date night soon.

Shandra said...

You're right, that is one No Good Day! Alexander's got nothing on you! ;) I'm sorry that all that happened to you, especially all in one day. I'm sure Brad's right and you do still look gorgeous. Good luck and I hope you never have to have a day quite that bad again! (Although, as moms, we should never say never!)

Gregg Sorensen Family said...

Holy COW!!! I am so sorry to hear about your awful day!!

Christy said...

Yikers!!!! What a day..... darn those not-so-very-good-okay-darn-right-miserable-what-was-God-thinking-days! I am glad that you survived. Hope Kayla is feeling better.

Ann Mitchell said...

WOW!!! So glad you come through this!!!

nanabell said...

Some days are like that.....even in Australia (see Alexander).....but then time passes and before you know it you have a most memorable day of exquisite joy when your beautiful children plan a 50th birthday party in your honor. Thank you again. And I promise those "no good very bad days" that are inevitable with small children will someday be a distant memory. You are a wonderful mother engaged in a great work!

Allison Owen said...

You are an awesome mom and sister! I love you! I am glad you survived the fireball!

jean said...

Yikes! What a crazy experience...glad it wasn't worse than it was! I can't believe some of the things that happen to you!! I do have to admit that love reading your blog because of all the crazy, not-sugar-coated stories!! :)