Last Thursday my carpool mate said, "Hey, let's drive ourselves tomorrow. I want to work late."
Crap. It is going to snow, I could work from home, but I left my laptop in the building.
I get home and my husband, who is packing to leave for a snowmobile trip, says, "Boo Boo isn't feeling well."
Crap. I left my laptop at work and it is going to snow and my kid is sick.
Maybe she will feel better in the morning.
6:20 am a little person shuffles into my room.
"Mama, I don't feel good. My tummy hurts." and CRAP!
I get dressed and put my hair up. Bundle her into the car with water, a bucket, and some gatorade to retrieve my laptop so I can work from home.
Crap. I HATE driving while it is snowing. Double crap.
I take the back roads hoping to avoid other cars sliding into me. From the back I hear, "Mama it is too bumpy and hilly and its making me sick."
We are almost there baby, hold on.
We pull into the lot at work and I go to the back to help Boo Boo get out - and she says, "I don't feel so...."
BLECH - right into the bucket I am holding as I am helping her out of the car.
And we are standing in the snow, child barfing.
At least she made it to the parking lot.