So Carson had a lovely little stomach bug two weekends ago. It was mostly diahhrea and tummy ache.... until we were at Chick-fil-a. The kid had barely eaten in 2 days, I was hungry, and he actually had an appetite (although I'm sure fried food wasn't the best choice). He scarfed down his food, and we were just having a grand 'old time... then he BARFED. EVERYWHERE. It just kept coming out, and I just felt so helpless trying to shove the paper bag under his mouth to catch some. Yeah... didn't work. It was the BIGGEST mess. Of course, his backpack and spare clothes were in the car, so I kind of just told someone my kid got sick everywhere, said "I'm so sorry. Bye", and then left. I felt like I should have helped clean up more, but my sweet baby was COVERED in throw-up. I stripped him naked in the parking lot and he rode home with just pants. At least I had pants... I was planning ahead knowing he'd had the runs all weekend. I feel like I should write the Chick-fil-a people a thank you note. I guess the big confession here is that I was just thrilled he didn't puke in my new car or at our house....both of which I would have had to clean up myself.
Did I mention Carson and I had a donut date for breakfast that same day???
No cute Easter things were made for Carson's class or teachers. They said bring 10 eggs filled with candy, so that's exactly what I did.
I cherry picked all the good candy out of one of the mixed bags to keep for myself.
I admit it. I like gas station food, or at least the crawfish pies from Crawdads.
I was so worried about leaving Cupid (our Betta) while we are gone over Easter. I felt like a dork, but I texted our contractor and asked him to feed him while we were gone. I couldn't bear the thought of having to get Cupid_v3.
For some reason, Carson has started hitting again lately... I think this whole house renovation is getting to him too. Poor kid has had no normalcy for almost a month. Regardless, he does not get away with it at home. We've had lots of time outs and an occasional spanking when the time out thing wasn't getting his attention. Anyways, he hit me on the way to take a bath, and I was not too happy about it. Time out hadn't been working this evening, so he got a spanking (diaper was still on, so probably wasn't that effective... I just realized I'm trying to defend my decision to spank Carson. I know some people are very pro- or anti-spanking. With him, sometimes it's the only thing that will get his attention and make him stop. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it works. No judgement, please. :-) ) I threatened no book time. It was to be a quick in and out bath and then straight to bed. Well, I asked him if he needed to go potty. He said no. I turned around to go get the towel and he turned around and started to tee tee in the big potty. Yeah, "mean" mommy suddlenly disappeared and was so excited that he got a sucker. So much for the hitting punishment...
I have successfully already junked the new car out. I can NOT keep a car clean to save my life.
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