April 21, 2007

A Mother's Job

I fear there is a certain Advanced Auto Parts that won't be too happy to see the Groovy family anytime soon. Not after what happened today.

No sooner did we walk into the store, but Son put his hand to his mouth and said "I feel like I'm gonna....bleeeeeeeh....."

I made quick apologies to the guy behind the counter and rushed Son outside to one of the garbage cans while Husband and Daughter stayed inside, looking for a repair manual for La Tahoe. Son finished talking to "Ralph" and I helped him clean up.

He was fine until we made the turn down our road to come home. Then he honked all over again; luckily I keep plastic grocery bags in La Tahoe for such emergencies.

All of this gastric activity didn't do me any good, as I had yet another migraine trying to work its way past all the Excedrin Migraine I'd taken this morning. My stomach was in revolt as well, and while I didn't hork, I sure felt like I could.

Rest seems to have done Son and I a world of good, though. So far he's holding things down, but to be safe I'm keeping him home from church tomorrow.

A mother's job is never done, no?