We made it home from the trip. Emily threw up in a McDonald's at lunch time, and then again after we got home. She didn't quite make it to the bathroom in either place. As I ran to help her, and yelled for someone to bring paper towels and a bleach based cleaner, I spotted the man I love in the hallway with the camera, taking a picture of the vomit on the floor.
"What are you doing," I asked, stopping dead in my tracks.
"I thought you might want to make a blog post about this," he tells me.
You can all thank me. There will be no picture of the contents of my daughter's stomach displayed here.
The packers were supposed to be here between 8:00 and 10:00 this morning. Kerry set out trying to phone them when they hadn't shown up by 10:00.
Turns out they can't come today.
They did try to call and let us know, but somehow couldn't get hold of us despite the fact that we have three phone numbers they could have called and we've been home (waiting for them) all morning.
They will now come tomorrow. Which means the movers can't come tomorrow. They will have to come on Wednesday. Our entire moving schedule is pushed back by a day. Except for the fact that we fly out on Saturday. That doesn't get pushed back at all.
The good thing about the packers not being here today, is that I was able to run a few errands. I realized that Emily needs a backpack to take on the plane, as hers has rather inconveniently disappeared.
You know how at the beginning of the school year there are a million backpacks to choose from?
Not so much in November.
There were precisely five backpacks in the school supplies aisle. I swear I picked the least nauseating one.
This is it:
Now, I know this photo is not much better than a vomit photo. Especially for an 11 year old girl who hates pink and anything cutsie.
Luckily for Emily, when I showed it to Kerry, he asked me if I had checked back in the military supplies area. I hadn't. I don't generally need military supplies, and wasn't aware that there was such a section.
Thanks to my genius husband, we found a nice plain-black backpack for Emily. The dolphin one is now being relegated to Katie who will think it is glorious.
"What are you doing," I asked, stopping dead in my tracks.
"I thought you might want to make a blog post about this," he tells me.
You can all thank me. There will be no picture of the contents of my daughter's stomach displayed here.
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The packers were supposed to be here between 8:00 and 10:00 this morning. Kerry set out trying to phone them when they hadn't shown up by 10:00.
Turns out they can't come today.
They did try to call and let us know, but somehow couldn't get hold of us despite the fact that we have three phone numbers they could have called and we've been home (waiting for them) all morning.
They will now come tomorrow. Which means the movers can't come tomorrow. They will have to come on Wednesday. Our entire moving schedule is pushed back by a day. Except for the fact that we fly out on Saturday. That doesn't get pushed back at all.
**************************************************
The good thing about the packers not being here today, is that I was able to run a few errands. I realized that Emily needs a backpack to take on the plane, as hers has rather inconveniently disappeared.
You know how at the beginning of the school year there are a million backpacks to choose from?
Not so much in November.
There were precisely five backpacks in the school supplies aisle. I swear I picked the least nauseating one.
This is it:
Now, I know this photo is not much better than a vomit photo. Especially for an 11 year old girl who hates pink and anything cutsie.
Luckily for Emily, when I showed it to Kerry, he asked me if I had checked back in the military supplies area. I hadn't. I don't generally need military supplies, and wasn't aware that there was such a section.
Thanks to my genius husband, we found a nice plain-black backpack for Emily. The dolphin one is now being relegated to Katie who will think it is glorious.
This reminded me of your infamous airplane ride to Alaska when you arrived covered in body fluids. Glad you didn't have a camera then too! And Kerry wanting to blog it... sounds like Paul. But he says, "Please don't blog about this..."
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