Blue Jeans and Cotton Tees

It just wasn’t our day.

Maybe it was feeling the after-effects of several hard days of packing. Maybe it was because of the election results. Maybe it was the weather.

Whatever it was, today just didn’t go as planned.

We are in the final stages of moving into my beautifully renovated farm house and this week has been very hectic.

The last thing we needed was something else on the schedule… but… months ago we had scheduled a trip to the dentist for the entire family for today. We were so proud of ourselves at the time, actually getting the entire family in one trip.

Who knew that this week would end up being the craziest one yet?

My husband was frantically trying to lay tile so it would have a chance to set while we were gone. The kids and I were loading things up and trying to get them moved before the rain started falling. And in all of our hurry, we were running a little late.

So my husband decided to take the back roads to the dentist to save some time. It seemed like a good idea at the time… but… the back roads are very hilly and curving. The kids call them “roller coaster” roads.

My husband was really booking it trying to make up time. Up..down..around a curve…up…down…another curve….

We were cruising right along when about half way into our trip I hear from the back seat “Gross! Buddy just threw up!”

Oh dear. I grabbed the Subway napkins in the glove compartment and handed them back then climbed up over the seat to take a look.

The poor kid was in the middle of the seat and looked green with his lunch in his lap. “Hang on, Buddy, try not to move, we’re almost there.” My words sounded shallow even to myself, but there was little I could do.

We opened the windows and hung out of them the rest of the way. Poor Buddy closed his eyes and sat still, holding his lunch in his lap. I felt sorry for his brother and sister in the back seat with him.

At the dentist office (just 3 minutes late) my husband took some of the kids in to get them started while I took buddy to clean him up. Then I had to find him something else to wear.

I headed to the Nifty Thrifty looking for baby wipes and some clothes, but I didn’t do well. Can you believe a thrift store that had no boys pants? Not even a pair of sweat pants?! I ended buying bathroom wipes and a t-shirt. Oh well, it’s a start.

We got the poor guy out of his yucky clothes, and cleaned him up. We put his soiled pants and t-shirt in the Nifty Thrifty bag and tied them shut. I was so tempted to drop them in the garbage, but I knew they were his most favorite camoflauge  pants…so I didn’t, just hoping that maybe Daddy will rinse them out.

Then I headed to the 17th Street Bargain Store, praying for some pants. Bingo- a pair of wind pants that will work. I realized that I’m out of cash, so I counted out quarters to pay for them and ran to the van with my bounty. We got him clothed and headed back to the dentist.

Buddy said, “Thanks Mom, I feel better now.”

“You’re welcome sweetie.” I responded thinking to myself, “I’m glad somebody does!”