Mr. Boo complained of an upset stomach this morning and seeing as how I have to take tomorrow off for no school, I pretty much told him to suck it up and go to school.
He proceeded to turn pasty white as we were backing down the driveway and was nice enough to wait until I drove back up the driveway and get out of the car before throwing up in the driveway.
And, of course, I still took him to school.
Yes. This will go in my Mom of the Year file.
/shrug. After he threw up, he seemed to bounce back and told me he felt Much better. The boy is hardly Ever sick.
And I’m a Bad Mom.
9:30-ish the nurse calls and tells me Mr. Boo is there, not feeling well and had said he threw up this morning.
Weeeelllllllll, yes. But he said he was fine afterwards!
You know we have a 24 hour policy, right?
Weellllllllll….
You’re going to have to come get him.
Yeah, yeah. Can you give me a half hour?
So, I go pick him up and as we’re walking out of the school, before we even get half-way to the car….”What are we having for lunch????”
See, Nurse??? SEE? This is Exactly why I took him to school.
He hasn’t thrown up since (although…he did apparently throw up three times at school) and has eaten and is currently outside playing with the Bits.
You decide.
*****
Here is what happens in Minnesota when things aren’t happening quite as fast as we expect them to:


Yes, indeed. Someone gets up and gives ol’ Mother Nature the finger.
“What?? You’re not going to give us an ice-out date in the next week? I’ll show YOU. I’ll take this boat and get caught up on the ice trying to break it up. What? The fact that the main part of the lake still has inches of ice all the way to the Ritzy Lake Town? PSHAW! At least My bay will be open!!”
Crazy-ass Minnesotans.
This was Monday. Tuesday, there was another little boat out and yesterday the bay was open, with the exception that there is still plenty of broken up ice around the periphery.
I don’t know why this bugs the hell out of me, but it does.
Let things go their natural course. What good does it do for you to go out there and bust things (including your boat) up?
The only thing I can think of is that they are somehow affiliated with the marinas or the charter boats and want to get things opened up so they can start getting boats prepped.
But considering this is the first day it’s been respectably nice and it’s still only 50 degrees, I still find it utterly Stoopid.
*****
Mr. Boo made the local worthless for any reason other than advertising magazine!
For some reason, we haven’t received a copy yet and I’m getting angry.
But it’s quite cool to see his little picture ‘up in lights’!
*****
I finally received information for Mr. Boo’s little league.
Good God, I am NOT ready for this.
First of all, I’m pissed that we know No One on the team. I’m pissed that the ‘buddy system’ they have in place isn’t so effective. And I’m pissed that we didn’t sign up for Mr. Boo’s good friend down the street whose dad is also coaching. Cuz I really wanted him on That team. Fricken-fracken.
The field clean up is….Saturday.
Seriously? And you’re letting me know on Wednesday? (And I love the fact that the coach won’t be there. “SORRY”. What. Ever.)
Practices on Wednesdays and Sundays and games on Sundays. Wasn’t expecting that. Necessarily.
So.
So far, we have tennis on Tuesdays from 5-5:30. Soccer games for the Bits on Tuesdays. Baseball practice on Wednesdays at 5:30. Soccer games for Mr. Boo on Thursdays. Baseball games and swimming on Sundays.
No idea as of yet as to when soccer practices are.
This is the look of a Very Disgruntled ak.
Remind me that I will get over this, as it will all end in two months.
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I think that’s it for now.
There’s drama at work, but I don’t want to get into that now. That may be a post for tomorrow morning.
Before we hit the Arboretum.
HEY! Logic-woman? Wanna go wander the Arboretum tomorrow with me and the urchins? In case you aren’t doing something fantabulous with Thing 2, just thought I’d throw it out there. Let me know!
Time to hit the wine cellar!
ak
May 6, 2009 at 1:51 am |
I think I’ve said this before, but will you adopt me? Please?