It started off just fine. We were taking my visiting aunt to the local botanical gardens to see the Chihuly exhibit since she's rather fond of his art and we hadn't seen it.
I got the kids fed. We were on time to pick her up and everything seemed to be going smoothly. Admission paid up, we set out on the path. At the second stop, I noticed my eight year old sitting on the ground looking at the sculpture, but I also noticed her lips were white. She claimed to feel fine though and set off at her usual quick pace. But a few minutes later she declared her stomach to feel weird and then she leaned over and barfed all over the grass, which I thought awfully considerate of her -- the kids usually choose to vomit on me.
We headed back toward the exit. The four year old fell and scraped his knee and was dripping blood. Of course, he also needed to visit the bathroom again. The two year old refused to hold my hand in the parking lot and screamed herself into a full blown tantrum when I picked her up and carried her.
By the time we got back to the van, the queasy one was feeling sick again, but couldn't seem to bring anything up. Finally, I had to let her in the vehicle and not having anything to catch vomit, I gave her my sling to puke on, should she need it (fortunately, she didn't!).
My aunt, who never had children, was treated to the full family experience. Vomiting and bleeding children, excessive potty breaks, and on the trip home blood-curdling screams from a two year old that waken both the dead and the sleeping baby, who decided to get in on the screaming contest.
Needless to say, I was glad my family did not run into any curious strangers and by the time I got home, I was ready for a strong cup of tea and a nap. At least I got the tea.
5 years ago