The Saturday That Never Redeemed Itself

10:45 am: Head out the door to the movies with Stone. We figured by the time the movie started, he'd be out (nap time). Umm, what was that we were thinking? ...didn't turn out well, if you were wondering.

2:00ish pm: Home from the movie, not in the mood to make lunch, Cliff runs to Taco Bell. He stops by Walgreens to get diaper rash cream (Stone had diarrhea...again if you were wondering).

2:20 pm: Cliff calls. "Kendal, I locked the keys in the car. The car is running." What?! Yeah, he took a Tylenol PM at 4:00 am when I walked out after hearing him do the dishes. He suffers from insomia, and decided to clean after he couldn't sleep. He blames the car incident on the medication.

2:21 pm: 

Cliff: Kendal, can you come get me?

Kendal: You have the carseat....

Cliff: Oh just put him in the back seat and put a seatbelt on him [it's a little bucket seat in the truck, not much bigger than the little guy, but I still did not feel comfortable]. Our parents always did stuff like that.

Kendal: Yeah, and we know a lot more about child safety these days. I really would rather not, babe.

Cliff: (not in the best mood) Fine, I'm walking home [car is still on, in the Walgreens parking lot]. (...it's not that far from our house).

2:35 pm: Cliff walks in, I go to my wallet for the spare. Ooops, it's not there. Where did it go? And if you remember, Stone lost Cliff's whole set of keys (which we've concluded that he through them in the trash bag, and we threw them away). So, we TEAR the house a part (while the car is still running at Walgreens). No luck.

3:00 pm: Call a locksmith. 

3:50 pm: Locksmith shows up, Cliff comes home.

5:00 pm: We go some friends' home to watch the BYU game followed by the TTU game. Our boys were killed. Both teams...and these were the 2 events that could have turned our day around.

8:30 pm: I start not feeling well, and I figured it was the Taco Bell we ate 2 hours after it was purchased followed by some must-have football game day food. Not a good mix, I guess.

9:00 pm: I hug Melissa goodbye, thank her for the fun night (despite the U winning), and suddenly, OUT OF NOWHERE, I feel like I'm going to vomit. I tell Cliff to grab Stone, and I run outside. There it went. Everything I had eaten all day. I don't think that much food has ever come out of someone. WOW. GROSS. All over me, my bag, my shoes. Cliff sprayed the sidewalk, and I went back in to clean up. Stone was screaming thinking we were abandoning him for the night.

9:30 pm: We try feeding Stone a late dinner, thinking he had really only just snacked a little at the party. He shakes his head no, and we thought he was just being difficult. THEN, he slightly (just a little) throws up, so I hurry and take him out, just for him to throw up again on the carpet. I rush him to the bathroom JUST in time for him to completely vomit in the shower. Poor guy.

9:31 pm: Cliff cleans up after Stone, I clean Stone.

10:00 pm: I throw up again.

11:00 pm: Again.

11:30 pm:  Again.

12:00 am: Again.

12:30 am: Cliff starts to feel sick (but he has not thrown up....yet).

I was sure it was the Taco Bell until Stone threw up. The only thing Stone and I ate the same of yesterday was cereal, so that's the only thing I can think it is (it was definitely food, and not the flu). We both had some game day treats, but it came upon us too fast for it to be anything from there. Unless we find out everyone else had a rough night last night.

I bet your bad day doesn't top this. I'm ready for the next weekend, already. 

*Post posting note: Cliff has thrown up, and now we think it was more than food. Stone's not looking too hot (sleeping a lot), and now I'm not feeling well, again. Wow, we make quite the triad.