My daughter’s been going to her gym class since she was 9 months old. But she doesn’t want to do it any more and it’s quite far away from our house and is right in the middle of Saturday so it’s mainly a good thing that it’s stopping. But it still felt sad to take her in today knowing that would be her last time, after it’s been such a big part of her life.
It’s all happening both much too fast and much too slowly.
We had dinner at their Nana’s and insisted that the kids ate as much food as possible. Ernie said he’d had enough and was full, but we convinced him to have one more mouthful (and he then ate a choc ice, so how full was?). We drove home and he kept asking for the air conditioning to be on, even though it wasn’t really that hot, so I keep turning it off again. About 20 metres from our house there was a strange sound from the back seats and we turned to see that Ernie had thrown up his dinner all over himself, his iPad and his car seat. Just 30 more seconds and he’d have been sick in the street, but now we had a lot of sick to deal with. Oh, and a small boy to look after.
Catie tried to clean the car whilst I took Ernie up for a bath. He was OK, but immediately blaming us (possibly correctly) for making him eat too much (what about the choc ice, Ernie? Are you forgetting the choc ice?) Once his clothes were off there wasn’t too much sick on him, but the recriminations continued. Catie came up and said she’d cleaned the car but run out of wet wipes so she’d brought the car seat and the iPad in. It seemed fair that I should deal with that, having got away without handling too much sick so far,
When you’re thinking of having kids no one tells you that it will lead to you having to clean cheesy sick out of the tiny crevices of a car seat. Even though it inevitably will. Why don’t they tell you this? They should be showing horny teenagers sick covered car seats as a form of prevention of pregnancies.
I got to work and luckily didn’t have to dismantle anything, but there were some bits that cloths and wipes could not reach. We’d just thrown out some the kids’ toothbrushes and I hoped they’d still be in the bin, but they were not, but I suddenly thought that cotton buds might do the job and they were absolutely perfect. I felt like some kind of pathologist investigating some terrible crime as I dabbed away, but I got the sick off and also some food that had been festering inside the seat for unknown months. The smell will stay with us for a good while, but I did a good job of removing acidy fluids. I felt a sense of achievement, but now also felt sick, of course.
Even watching the first episode of the new series of Ted Lasso couldn’t entirely make up for the trauma.