Oh. Wow. What a weekend.
Guess what? That post on the iron? I wrote that post three days before I put it up and saved it for this weekend, because I had some sort of wicked premonition that things were not going to go well around our house.
I was so right. I’m seriously glad I saved it and posted it Saturday, otherwise you’d have had nothing to read at all from me this weekend! And then your lives would have been empty and pointless, I know. I’m glad I saved you from that fate.
So. Things that happened this weekend.
Two hours from the CA/NV border, Sienna puked all over the rental car. The Ogre called me, stoic as ever, to inform me that they would be later than he expected because Sienna had just emptied the contents of her stomach all over NOT OUR car. Her booster seat and the entire back seat were out of commission because they were covered in vomit. As was her nice black dress (which the Ogre didn’t change her out of after the funeral…???…), her brand new tights, her only nice black shoes, all her stuffed animals, her pillows, her blanket, the Ogre’s nice wooden lap desk and her brand new drawing supplies which the Ogre had purchased for her for this trip.
Charlotte uncharacteristically refused to go to bed Saturday night. This is a child that pants with excitement when we say, “Chars? It’s bedtime.” I’m serious. She loves going to bed. I put it down to excitement over Daddy and Nenna coming home and let her stay up and watch Bend it Like Beckham with me while I made a bracelet.
When Sienna and the Ogre got home, Sienna did not have a fever. I suspected motion sickness or perhaps food poisoning, since she really looked like death warmed over, so I made the Ogre go through her diet for the last two days.
Oh. Good. Heaven.
Before I run you through this, keep in mind that we’ve been sugar and grain free every day except Sundays for the last two and a half weeks. Now. Are you ready?
A strawberry and cream frappuccino
and two bites of a sausage and egg sandwich before the vomit ensued.