this is going to be a long one

We went in for Kathryn's procedure this morning. Can some one tell me why they always make the person with the active 16-month old wait for an hour and a half?

Can some one also tell me why the doctor who performed said procedure had the worst bedside manner? Like, he was actually annoyed that he had to deal with a screaming toddler. Listen, buddy, you'd be screaming, too, if you were strapped to a table, unable to move, with a huge, scary machine hovering above you and you couldn't understand why. Asshole.

Despite it all, Kathryn survived. I thought she might enjoy heading to the mall for some pizza and to run off some of that cooped up energy at the play area.

The pizza went over OK. She ate most of it, but didn't devour it like I expected. I didn't think any thing of it. We headed to the play area. When we got there, Kathryn didn't take off running. She just sat there, clinging to my leg. I thought, OK, maybe she's tuckered out from the events of the morning and we should just go home and take a nap. I picked her up and right as I stepped over the threshold in to the mall, she puked. Pizza puke. All over me. Guess the stomach bug hasn't quite passed yet.

I'm amazed I didn't lose it. My first thought was, where's the nearest bathroom??? Then I figured it was better to just get the hell out of the mall without leaving a trail of vomit behind me. Luckily, the play area is all the way on the other side of the mall from where I parked. That was a fun walk. I thought my arm was going to fall off and Kathryn kept trying to push away from me because, ewww, mom, I vomited and you're making me sit in it.

We made it to the car. Barely. I stripped Kathryn, wiped her down the best I could and fastened her in the car seat. I considered shedding my shirt in the mall parking lot, but on top of every thing else that had happened today, I didn't want to be picked up for indecent exposure. I just wanted to get my kid home.

Kathryn passed out and proceeded to sleep for three hours. I took a shower. Kathryn woke up happy as a clam. No throw up since the episode at the mall, but I think we'll stick to a bland diet until I'm positive the last of the stomach crud has passed.

the one about vomit

The past week has been a little crazy. I contracted the dreaded stomach bug that's been going around last Tuesday and didn't feel like eating much until Saturday evening. It was a doozy.

And now, what a freakin' surprise, my daughter has come down with it. It might be too much information, but last night, she threw up in her crib and didn't even stir. Do you know what she smelled like after rolling around in that all night? Yeah, gross. It's funny, though, despite it all she woke up all smiles. Until she realized I wasn't going to feed her and then she was pissed.

nice guys finish last

Should I be worried that, while at the park today, my daughter was more interested in hanging around with the older, rowdy, cursing boys than the sweet, quiet boy and girl closer to her age?

Is this shades of the future? If so, lucky me.