VENT: best-laid plans

I know this is small beans in comparison to what some of you are going through, but I have to put it down somewhere. Forgive me.

We had a nice Mother's Day weekend. DH did quite a few chores, cooked for me most of Sunday, and I spent most of the day either in pajamas (yay!) or weeding (yay!).

Monday, I go to school. DH calls me around 3 and asks me if I'm feeling queasy, since he is. He wondered if it was food poisoning from the BBQ for dinner last night. I tell him I'm fine. I confirm that I have yet to hear from the kids' daycare. I got to Target to buy some gag gifts for a party at lunch for Tuesday. While in Target (and without my phone), DD's preschool calls to say she's thrown up twice and would I please come get her. Almost an hour later, when I get the call, I pick up DS (whose daycare closes earlier) and then get DD. DH says he's still queasy, but he can't stay home with DD on Tuesday because he has a big morning meeting he's running and another internation conference call in the afternoon. So we agree I'll stay home with DD - I get a sub, type up sub plans, everything's fine. DD and I even think about what we're going to do while home together: cuddle and watch a movie, read some books, maybe cut and glue stuff, work on an activity book or two, get some rest.

Tuesday morning (today) - We drop DS off at his daycare, DH off at the train, DD and I go into my classroom to get it ready for the sub; I also eat a granola bar here. We leave. We're two blocks from home when DS's daycare calls and says he's thrown up, too. So we drive past home to pick him up. We all get home and DD has 2 minutes to watch Handy Manny before I realize DS has little dots on his face, I call his doctor's office, and we're back in the car. turns out they're burst blood vessels, and it might be a sign of an infection, so off we go to the hospital to get blood drawn. Even though DS was born at the hospital, he has no record on file, and the woman refuses to create a new file in the computer for him, so she calls over to births and waits 10 minutes for something to be faxed. In the meantime, DD is constantly getting into DS's face, but I'm trying to keep them separate because I don't know if they have the same thing or not... and DS has started crying because he's effectively not had anything to eat in 4+ hours and is now solidly into his second naptim of the day, although he hasn't had a nap at all yet. Finally, the phlabotomist (sp?) calls us in and DS cries and cries, his vessels roll and they have to stick him twice to get a good sample.

We drive home, DS crying the whole time... until 3 minutes before we pull in, when he falls dead asleep. The mere opening of the minivan door wakes him, but I calm him down and put him back in the crib for a nap. He wakes up every 10 minutes to cry for 5 and then return to quiet/sleep for another 10 minutes. This goes on for about an hour and a half (my DD has watched another Handy Manny, eaten a piece of toast, had some water, and gone down for her nap by this time). I grab another piece of toast for myself and remember the amazing amount of homemade Mexican food I was going to have at that party at lunch and sigh. I decide I'm too tired to do anything and crawl into bed myself, when DH calls me to tell me he's 30 minutes away on the train... can I come get him? I tell him, no, I can't. He says he'll take a cab home, but he'll need to be on that conference call from 4-6. His trip home is completely unbidden and, frankly, useless to me, but he feels like he's helping and I'm trying not to be crabby and ungracious on the phone.

After I hang up the phone, I hear DS, still crying in his crib, so I go pick him up adn try to nurse him (but I'm dehydrated) and cuddle him (but he doesn't want to). Now I'm in the living room both frustrated that DS is awake and proud that he's FINALLY! crawling at 10.5mo. Oh, and the doctor just called and said his labs are fine - just a little viral infection. We'll have to let it run its course. Excellent.

Okay. I'm done. What a terrible day. Teaching 60 resistant freshmen high school English is more fun than today.