December 15, 2011

Anatomy of Meteoric Day

7:00 a.m. Dec 14 - Clock radio alarms. Zachy got to sleep with me last night because Mike was in Vegas. He is very warm and snuggly, but he is not interested in getting up, even to sound of annoying country-western Christmas carols on radio.

7:30 - I am dressed for my 8:00 appointment at gym. Zach walks into the study room. He says, "Here I am Mommie. I here."  Then curls up on the floor.  Something is a little off.

7:45 - I cancel my appointment at the gym. This could be costly as it requires 24 hours notice. I plan on fighting that policy.

8:00 - Zach has eaten some toast and drank a lot of milk. I get him dressed, and go to get self ready. Zach coughs and starts crying. I run out. Pick him up and pat his back while asking: "Zach, does your tummy hurt?" No. "Does your chest hurt?" No. Cack. Splat. He pukes on my hair, down my shirt, down his outfit and all over the carpet. "My mouth hurts." Ugh.

8:01 - Zach and I take a shower, and clean up the mess.

8:30 - I am in a state of clarity, way past anxiety or fear.  I need to study and I need to do it now. If he gets sicker. I am in big trouble. I snuggle him in towels on the sofa with a bowl to puke in, a sippy cup of water and Mickey Mouse full length movie (thank god).

10:30 I have been able to get some stuff done. Zach is now running around. I take him to Kidz Kabana. On the way there, he says, "Go dat way mommie. Go left." Me - "WHAT? Ok."  I get to the next intersection and ask him which way to go and he says "right."  When did he learn right and left? He hasn't done it again, but still.  I tell Kidz Kabana he has been "slow" this morning, but don't mention the barf that was on my hair. Guilt washes over me for all the kids who may pick up a stomach virus and barf on their Christmas. Then, I study like hell for the rest of the day.

5:30 - Go get Zach. He is ok. He proceeds to eat 9 fish sticks and watch the Dora Christmas special. More studying for me.

7:30 - We snuggle up together. Watch Kipper and Zach is in bed by 8.

8:00 p.m. Mike calls from Phoenix airport. He is on his way home. This is the first time I begin to crack up over how much I still have to get done.

9:30 - Can't find the damn cat. Don't really want to leave her outside. I step out onto the patio. It is really warm. The clouds and rain of the day have blown away and the stars are crystal clear. I see a huge shooting star with a tail and sparks. Speedy shows up.

10:00 p.m. To hell with it, I'm going to bed.

1:00 a.m. Zach is crying. Mike must have just gotten home. I find them snuggling on the sofa, and go back to sleep.

5:00 a.m. to school to study until 8:30 and take test.

10:00 a.m. Dec 15 - Final complete. I probably did ok, but several of those questions were nowhere on the study guide. With all the time in the world I would not have studied that stuff. So now my fate is in the stars.