(Yes, Afton, I am stealing one of your blog post title types. Sorry, but I couldn't come up with anything else.) :)
Yesterday Gemma and I were heading out of the church parking lot after dropping Hannah off at preschool. It had been a good morning, and Gemma & I were headed to New Seasons to meet up with Angela for a browse through their skincare/makeup section. I was really looking forward to spending some time with Angela, exploring some new fun face stuff, and possibly enjoying a peppermint mocha (because during the Christmas season, you just never know when you might end up at Starbucks.) I had just told Gemma we were going to see Auntie Angela, and she replied happily "Ah-ya," after which she promptly coughed & threw up all over herself and her car seat. (No offense, Angela!)
I was sort of flabbergasted for a minute, and continued trying to drive out of the lot while comforting Gemma & attempting to catch some of the...stuff...in Hannah's sweatshirt (the only thing I could find!) :( After she was done, I sat there trying to figure out what to do. We were a good 20 minutes away from home, but rather than strip Gemma down on a cold day, I figured it would be better to just get home. Riding in a puke-smelly car is not fun for a few seconds, let alone almost a half hour, but Gemma was a real sport! She seemed in good spirits and didn't even cry! She is such a go-with-it girl, and I certainly learned a lesson in that from her yesterday.
I called Angela and gave her the bad news, all the while mentally trying to figure out what to do about having to come get Hannah after preschool. Since it's a bit of a drive, I wasn't sure how Gemma would be doing, nor did I think I could even get her carseat cleaned up in the two hours I'd have at home. I ended up calling my mom (what a good grandma!) and asking her to pick up Hannah. She was happy to do it, and they had a fun little trip to Target to look at Christmas shoes on the way home. She was thrilled!
Gemma was fine the rest of the day and today, besides just being a little pale & obviously tired. I don't know what it was, although something similar happened with her this summer, and I wondered then (& still wonder) if it was somehow related to teething. I don't know. The point is, I'm certainly glad she is feeling better, and that none of us have come down with anything. I had just been thinking to myself--not 24 hours earlier, when my friend Lisa was telling a tale of vomit--that "we haven't had any stomach bugs in quite a while, thankfully!" Well, I'm not going to say "that's what I get," or anything, because I don't believe in "tempting fate," but I am guessing that it was just God's way of reminding me to be flexible in this ever-changing role of motherhood. Only He knows what is going to happen each day, and only in surrendering to HIS plan will I not become frustrated & irritated at these disruptions that could really end up being important lessons or blessings. The rest of my afternoon was actually really quiet and nice, as Gemma napped for a good two hours while I listened to Christmas music, drank tea, and read a book. By the time Hannah got home, Keith was also home and we all were in good moods, glad to be together.
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