The best-laid plans

Today we were supposed to leave for Virginia. Tonight, actually. Today I was going to spend the day packing and cleaning and if I was lucky, taking a shower. I took Eli and Evan to school, then came home. As I was feeding Cal his breakfast, the phone rang. It was Evan's teacher, calling to report that he had just thrown up everywhere and would I please come get him? Shit.

I had a feeling this morning that something was going on. Evan woke up happy, ate breakfast, but it was all downhill after that and he got real whiny and grumpy. I took him to school anyway, because if I kept him home every time he was grouchy, he'd never darken their door.

So he's home now, and threw up again shortly after we arrived. I have covered all the furniture and rolled up my brand new shag rug that he seems determined to hover around. The one that says explicitly on the tag, "professionally clean" and also "do not vacuum". (What the hell? You can't freaking vacuum a RUG? And why wasn't that revealed on the website when I bought the stupid thing? Thanks, CB2. Love ya.)

So our plans are now on hold. We'll wait it out and see if he's better by tomorrow, and if he is, we might go then. But it's a 7-hour drive on a good day, and I'm not sure how much fun that sounds. And who knows who will get it next? I think Eli started this whole thing on Sunday with the nastiest greenest most disgusting and vile diarrhea I've ever seen in my life. Twice. He never threw up though, so I chalked it up to the two kinds of ice cream he helped himself to before breakfast and before any of the grownups were up Sunday morning.

Stay tuned for further updates. Oh, and if you were planning to rob my house while we were gone, you might want to make other plans. We might be here after all. Plus we've got two big dogs and nothing at all worth stealing. Unless you want a big gray shag rug. Don't bother taking the vacuum though.