Weekend

We landed Thursday and on the way home from the airport I had Rick drop me off at the grocery store (I already had my grocery list with me) while he went to pick up Cooper at the kennel. The past 3 years we have been on 6 air trips so I've learned to meal plan and grocery list plan before we leave. TYPE A. It's as if you never left. We scrambled to unpack, do laundry, dishes and get to bed. Friday was back to work and school and Friday night was gymnastics. Saturday I took the kids to run a few Valentine errands and the library. Aidan had basketball pictures at 3 and then a game at 4:30. At pictures we see a kid he played tball with last year and I overhear the dad saying, "We are just here for pictures and then going home, the whole family has diarrhea and vomiting." Great. Infect everyone thank you. Later on, Aidan's game starts and he is sitting on the side with his team when one of his teammates (who is playing in the game) is whisked to the side by his dad (the coach) and threw up all over the court some of it getting on Aidan. It all happened in slow motion and it's one of those visions that you can't easily forget. SIGH. His poor mom. I wanted to say something comforting, like hey...I've been there, Abby blew chunks in the pew during service last November. But she had enough going on to compare our kids' barf. Please let us not get the tummy bug again. I hit the snooze button too many times this morning but still got my run in, and we made it to church on time. When we came home the boys were playing football in the house (again), I am upstairs when I hear the ball connect with a cup and spill. I really, really cherished my latte today and yelled down asking if it was mine. It's wasn't. But... it was Aidan's hot chocolate. Everywhere. I hear Rick say, "Don't look, I'll clean it up, you just stay upstairs." Um yeah I totally looked and it took him 45 minutes to clean it up. Meanwhile, I take the clothes out of the dryer and go to start another load and step in a puddle of water. New washer is leaking. Is it too soon to plan another vacation....