lets hear it for action packed days!!!
the plan was simple enough. get up early, drive up to pittsburgh with my son. pick up my daughters. have a fun filled day that included skating, a trip to the comic book store, food and a movie. i try and make a trip like once a month and do different things each time. easy as 22/7.
so me and the boy get up and on the road at 8 AM. on the drive up, he starts complaining of an upset stomach and really looks bad. i asked if he felt he had to throw up and he said yes. i was upset because i was making "great time" so of course i didnt stop. besides, he said he didnt HAVE to throw up. just that he FELT like he had to. so i decided to risk it.
we keep pushing on and arrive in pittsburgh, picking up my oldest daughter around 11:30 (yes i was flying..your point is what?) and getting my youngest daughter about 15 minutes later. shortly after, with all 3 kids in tow, we are heading over to the skating rink. everything is just groovy. the two young ones (trouble and maker) are in the back having a blast and the older one is up front with my playing DJ with the iPod.
and then without warning it happens.
"daddy i have to throw up"
"what?"
too late.
ever notice how pue comes in waves? i did. the first wave was short and quick and relatively small. its misleading because you think to yourself, "thats all? no biggie". then the second wave comes. thats the one that just plunges the dagger into your spirit and twists it around slowly. all over his hands. his pants. the seat. the floor of the car. his younger sister, who was sitting close enough to be cojoined a moment ago shot so far to the opposite side of the seat that she would have been on the roof of the car if she could have figured out how to get there. then, once you think its all done, the third wave comes to add insult to injury.
all of this happened within a 30 second span where i am trying to figure out whats going on in the car and navigate traffic in a slightly unfamiliar area. needless to say, skating was no longer an option. we had to double back and head to my youngest daughters house so i could change the boy's clothes and clean up the car. we had to make that trip with the windows rolled down to keep from causing the "pukefest" chain reaction thing.
so the boy got his clothes changed and daughter #2's mom washed them for us while helping me to clean and vacuum the car as much as i could. i readjusted the plans and we were able to salvage the day. we hit the comic book store, had lunch at a really crappy chinese restaurant that probably barely passed inspection (its what they wanted) and then we headed to the mall. i got my youngest daughter some skates for when her lessons start back up in a couple of weeks and i got the boy a new pair of kicks with the "fat laces" circa 1984 b-boy style. we hung out at borders for a bit and picked up a really cool book to help me collect and organize ideas for my screenplay. then we went to see "open season".
so around 9:00 i go to drop off the girls and when we swing by daughter #2's house, no one is home. that kicked off an hour long ordeal that ended with me leaving the little one with her grandmother since i couldnt locate her mom. of course, as soon as i was on the way to my in-laws, she calls. she had left to pick her boyfriend up from work and her cell phone died.but everything was all good.
so finally, at about 11:15, me and the boy pull up at my in-laws place and at about 11:30, i was sound asleep.
even with incense, carpet fresh and a good vacuuming and scrubbing, the car still has a lingering oder of puke. it probably wont go away for a while. but i'm not worried. i had an AWESOME day with my kids. its tough when you have blended families. so many issues and dynamics and schedules. every once in a while i like it to be just me and my crew. and yesterday was a day that i wouldnt have traded for the world. the world could have ended yesterday and me and the kids wouldnt have known because we were all so fucking happy to be hanging out with each other. its a kind of joy that makes you oblivious to any and everything else.
now, every time i get in the car and the odor hits my nose...or anytime someone inquires about the rank aroma that permeates the air in my vehicle, i will smile and recall all the fun activities of the day. i'm so grateful for my life and all those that are a part. i wish you the same.
the plan was simple enough. get up early, drive up to pittsburgh with my son. pick up my daughters. have a fun filled day that included skating, a trip to the comic book store, food and a movie. i try and make a trip like once a month and do different things each time. easy as 22/7.
so me and the boy get up and on the road at 8 AM. on the drive up, he starts complaining of an upset stomach and really looks bad. i asked if he felt he had to throw up and he said yes. i was upset because i was making "great time" so of course i didnt stop. besides, he said he didnt HAVE to throw up. just that he FELT like he had to. so i decided to risk it.
we keep pushing on and arrive in pittsburgh, picking up my oldest daughter around 11:30 (yes i was flying..your point is what?) and getting my youngest daughter about 15 minutes later. shortly after, with all 3 kids in tow, we are heading over to the skating rink. everything is just groovy. the two young ones (trouble and maker) are in the back having a blast and the older one is up front with my playing DJ with the iPod.
and then without warning it happens.
"daddy i have to throw up"
"what?"
too late.
ever notice how pue comes in waves? i did. the first wave was short and quick and relatively small. its misleading because you think to yourself, "thats all? no biggie". then the second wave comes. thats the one that just plunges the dagger into your spirit and twists it around slowly. all over his hands. his pants. the seat. the floor of the car. his younger sister, who was sitting close enough to be cojoined a moment ago shot so far to the opposite side of the seat that she would have been on the roof of the car if she could have figured out how to get there. then, once you think its all done, the third wave comes to add insult to injury.
all of this happened within a 30 second span where i am trying to figure out whats going on in the car and navigate traffic in a slightly unfamiliar area. needless to say, skating was no longer an option. we had to double back and head to my youngest daughters house so i could change the boy's clothes and clean up the car. we had to make that trip with the windows rolled down to keep from causing the "pukefest" chain reaction thing.
so the boy got his clothes changed and daughter #2's mom washed them for us while helping me to clean and vacuum the car as much as i could. i readjusted the plans and we were able to salvage the day. we hit the comic book store, had lunch at a really crappy chinese restaurant that probably barely passed inspection (its what they wanted) and then we headed to the mall. i got my youngest daughter some skates for when her lessons start back up in a couple of weeks and i got the boy a new pair of kicks with the "fat laces" circa 1984 b-boy style. we hung out at borders for a bit and picked up a really cool book to help me collect and organize ideas for my screenplay. then we went to see "open season".
so around 9:00 i go to drop off the girls and when we swing by daughter #2's house, no one is home. that kicked off an hour long ordeal that ended with me leaving the little one with her grandmother since i couldnt locate her mom. of course, as soon as i was on the way to my in-laws, she calls. she had left to pick her boyfriend up from work and her cell phone died.but everything was all good.
so finally, at about 11:15, me and the boy pull up at my in-laws place and at about 11:30, i was sound asleep.
even with incense, carpet fresh and a good vacuuming and scrubbing, the car still has a lingering oder of puke. it probably wont go away for a while. but i'm not worried. i had an AWESOME day with my kids. its tough when you have blended families. so many issues and dynamics and schedules. every once in a while i like it to be just me and my crew. and yesterday was a day that i wouldnt have traded for the world. the world could have ended yesterday and me and the kids wouldnt have known because we were all so fucking happy to be hanging out with each other. its a kind of joy that makes you oblivious to any and everything else.
now, every time i get in the car and the odor hits my nose...or anytime someone inquires about the rank aroma that permeates the air in my vehicle, i will smile and recall all the fun activities of the day. i'm so grateful for my life and all those that are a part. i wish you the same.
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phoenixgirl:
I actually can't handle throw up...I stay as far away from it as I can....but at least you got to spend the day woth yout kids, and thats good. My step-daughter is coming next weekend, and we really havent spent any time together in a long time, so I am looking forward to that.
debjay:
Modified plans and all at least you got to spend time with your kids which is the most important thing...it could have been worse..he could have been puking all day 
Have an awesome week! 
Have an awesome week!