You know when they say somethings were just not meant to be? Well, I took that saying to new levels last week.
The kids and I had a blogger event in NYC at The Imagination Playground Thursday morning.
The pictures on the invite for this event had me and my son stoked all week- but before we headed into The Big Apple, this woman on a mission for full time Kindergarten had to make a stop to fill the last opened spot at our 1st choice school. I walked in promptly at 8:45am for our 9am appt confident this was my lucky day… and walk out finding someone got there minutes before me- check in hand- to secure that last spot.
*Right at this moment is when I should have known*
((sigh))
But I wasn’t going to let a ‘little’ Kindergarten drama put a damper on our day. It was going to be a fun summer day at The South Street Seaport, which by the way if you haven’t ever been- is a really nice area of NYC to visit!
We begin our travels to NYC and right before I get on the Parkway, my son says:
“Mom? What’s wrong with the baby?”
Me: “What’s do you mean?”
The Boy: “The Baby! Her face! What’s wrong with her face?”
(I glance in my “Mommy Mirror”, she looks fine to me.)
Me: “Nothing is wrong with her”
The Boy: “No her face.”
… I stop the car at a Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot- thinking if anything, this may just be a sign for me to get some coffee- cause I needed it- badly.
I go to the back seat to find the baby’s nose had been bleeding, apparently unbeknown-st to her. There was blood all over her face, her pillow- and she was just babbling away. The bleeding had mostly stopped by the time I saw it. So I cleaned her up – looked over at my son and the child is the palest shade of GREEN I have ever seen, sweating and clearly about to get sick.
“My tummy doesn’t feel good. I don’t want to go to the play place.”
A stomach bug? now?…. What. Are. The. Chances?
And further more, what is proper etiquette when your 5 yr old is about to get sick and you have a toddler in toe…in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot?
I Swear. Only Me. All The Time.
Slightly panic stricken, I fumble around to find a plastic bag and after about 5 minutes of nothing but cries of “I just want to go home and lay down”… we headed back home to do just that.
No sooner do we get settled at home and I get the thermometer, my son says “Mom, can we go to that Play place later?… My tummy feels better now.”
For real. This is my life.
I take his temp. – no fever. After a few minutes of putting two and two together, I realized he didn’t have a stomach bug, he got worked up and sick seeing the blood on his sisters face -Poor thing, he is totally his Mother’s son.
I figured we’d be a little late but since everyone was indeed healthy, it would still be a nice day out. So we headed back into the city… and hit BUMPER-TO-BUMPER traffic for almost an hour.
Seriously?
Seriously.
So we visited The Imagination Playground vicariously through friends on Twitter. It looked amazing! I promised the boy we would visit another time- but this Classic Complicated Mama day, was just not meant to be.
Have you ever had days like this? Please tell me I am not alone!
