Sorry. Bad joke.
I guess I should start with the orthodontist appointment, since that's where this latest saga began.
The orthodontic news: The office (description later) x-rayed Grant's teeth and Dr. M told us that she does, in fact, recommend the removal of two baby teeth that are preventing proper let down of the permanent tooth above. She also recommends removing a lower baby tooth that is particularly unhealthy, and a tiny piece of tooth on the other side of Grant's mouth that was actually part of his very first baby tooth to come out. Poor kid. I can't wait for him to have a mouth full of healthy permanent teeth, and so far, so good. His appointment for all of this is next Thursday.
The car ride: Abbie threw up. Fortunately, she warned me that she didn't feel well, and I was able to correctly interpret her whimpering in enough time to pull over. Three times.
That was the beginning: Wednesday around 4pm. It is now Friday, around 8 am. Abbie is still vomiting. She did hold down Pedialite once for about 30 minutes. Nothing before or since. Not even water. It has been rough, and neither of us have had much sleep the last two nights. She has been sick at least twice every hour. Right now she is asleep, and I have hopes that she is finished, but am not sure.
Tomorrow we are meant to go to the dog show in Columbia. As of 4-ish this morning I had decided to cancel completely, but before he left for work, Josh said Abbie could stay home with him. I'm relieved that I don't have to make everyone upset. We have been planning this trip for a year, you know. If Abbie recovers and feels like going tomorrow, I will let her - and pack light food for her to eat that won't make her worse. If not, she can rest at home, and I can bring her lots of pictures.
I had such angry dreams last night. (And when I say "last night, I mean between 4:30 and 6:02, when we actually got a nice, long break.) There was a meeting for Substitutes that I had to attend, and I met my mom at a restaurant on the way, and A was there with his wife and my mom was cranky about that. I left before eating because I was late. Then there was some thing about the wrong bus, and a chase, and me shouting angrily in the face of a real acquaintance of mine, with whom I've actually been getting along with quite smoothly lately, so I don't even know what that was about. Well, in the dream he said something completely degrading and used me as the example, but I mean I don't know why it was him who said it in the dream. There is no real problem at present.
The chase and the being late directly translate into yesterday, though. It was terrible. It was nearly time to get Grant from school, and I went to tell Abbie. I asked her if I could take her in the car with me, but she said no. But I've never left my kids ALONE. And I would never leave a sick person alone. But it was true. She couldn't be away from the bathroom that long. So I told her she could sleep and that I would come right back. I hated it. But there was no right answer. Naturally, I was anxious to get a good spot in line, but the world conspired against me. First, I was behind a tractor on the highway. Second, when I finally could pass him, it was almost the first stop light.....where the lady in front of me stalled her car. I'm not kidding. I had to let traffic pass, and then pass her. Then, two blocks later, the man in front of me nearly hit an oncoming car. Totally his fault. They both stopped dead in the road - inches from each other. By the time I got to the school, I was so far back that I was across the street from the parking lot. Then, inexplicably, two cars got in the lane I was meant to be in, so I had to go in the other one (the one that doesn't go fist at dismissal). Grant finally got into the car, and for some reason the two cars in front of us hadn't had their kids come out yet. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!!? So we had to wait for another complete round of dismissal before we could leave.
I cried all the way home. Fortunately, Abbie was awake and no worse when we got there. I'm not going to complain, since it ended well, but I can understand that part of my unhappy dreams.
Other, less important stuff:
Callie was a huge glutton and ate Jake's food for two days in a row. Then, when I was giving crackers to my poor, sick daughter, she kept eating those, too. Well, I fixed her. I've been doing all the dogs' feeding since Abbie got sick, and they are both learning an important lesson about portion control.
The crock pot food was dark meat chicken, sweet potatoes, and mushrooms in white wine. I liked it a lot.
Going to apply for another job today. Did I mention that Scottrade turned me down? It's true.
I need to return that library book.
I am super tired. I'm going to lie down while Abbie is still resting. Cross your fingers that we are donw with the worst, and can rest up and feel better by dinner time.
Happy Friday and good health to you, Friends!
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