Rough Day

Today was rough.  I had to stop about 3 miles up the road this morning when I was taking Aiden to school because my stomach was so sour, I thought I was about to barf all over myself.  I felt wooze and knew I had to pull over because I had the most precious cargo in the van.

I stop at Burger King and got the kids harsh rounds and orange juice.  I thought if I tried to eat something I would feel better but that didn't help.  Thirty minutes later, I barfed in the BK bag.  All I could hear was Aiden askin' me what was wrong.  I finally stopped and what a relief I felt!  My head stopped hurting and my stomach wasn't hurting nearly as bad.  So, ten minutes later I finally leave.

Prior to leaving this morning, I had grabbed all my medicine from the cabinet.  Aiden was standing there and asked if I had to take all those.  Well, he assumed I "chewed" them; I answered him with a yes.  I told him that I had to take the medicine or else mommy gets real sick and I'll have to go to the hospital.

As I'm getting back on the freeway, Aiden asks me, "Mommy, you said you took your medicine not to get sick and you got sick but you chewed your medicine.  They not work?"  I tried explaining to him mommy's stomach just didn't feel well.  Then he went on to tell me that he was going to tell his teacher that his mommy got sick and cried.

It kinda stinks because I don't them seeing me weak.  I don't know, I've always been that way.  Even after Aiden was born, if you cried around my baby you had to leave the NICU unit until you could gather yourself.  On the hand, it was good because it showed my children that mommy isn't super woman.

The bright side....despite throwing my guts up, my children know how to put a smile on my face.