Don’t read this if you’re eating breakfast

Ugh. I’d have to be feeling pretty crappy to not want to blog. Yep, feeling pretty darn crappy this morning. I think I picked up some sort of stomach bug in Toronto this weekend. Poor Simon yakked all over himself and his car seat about 40 minutes from my brother’s place on Friday, so I’m guessing there is something going around.

And by the way, thank my lucky stars that it was my mother and not Beloved in the car when it happened. Beloved – well, let’s just say he doesn’t exactly shine in a crisis, and I’m glad my mother was riding shotgun when Simon started hurling on the 401 in rush-hour traffic.

(In retrospect, it was pretty funny, what with Tristan screeching “My brother is barfing! He just barfed again!”, followed by a very panicked gag of his own. My mother interrupted her ongoing “It’s okay, it’s okay” patter of reassurance to both Simon and me to tell Tristan “Just look out the window. Don’t look at Simon. Ooo, look at all those big trucks.” What a scene.)

Anyway, this is both probably the most unappetizing blog I’ve ever written, plus way more than I was intending to write. I had booked today off as a personal day to get organized after our trip and to start getting ready for Christmas, so I’m kind of annoyed be feeling so blah on a day I was supposed to have to myself. Maybe a nice nap and some mindless daytime TV will make me feel better.

Come back later, and we’ll find something a little more cheerful to discuss…

Author: DaniGirl

Canadian. storyteller, photographer, mom to 3. Professional dilettante.

21 thoughts on “Don’t read this if you’re eating breakfast”

  1. I had one of those “throw up episodes” when it was me and my dad in the car with my 3 1/2 year old. My dad, who never could handle it when my brother and I threw up as kids, handled it like a pro. I was so shocked and grateful.
    Hope all of you feel better soon. Illness is no fun.

  2. Barfing makes my husband barf too. I knew he was a keeper when he once cleaned up after my dog Beauty, who always got carsick. He finds the toddler barf far more tolerable, but this is a guy who gets squeamish picking debris out of the sink.

  3. Oh, no…Feeling sick to your stomach is one of the worse feelings. Especially since you just can’t take a big gulp of Nyquil and sleep it away.
    Get some rest and I hope you feel better soon.

  4. Car barf, we are pros and it just never gets any prettier. I can only hope you are ALL feeling much better really really soon. xoxo

  5. I hope Simon is doing much better today and you at least one x-mas present taken care… ๐Ÿ˜‰ Take care.
    So off topic. But, having another Dani and another Nancy commenting on your blog is really confusing me. I know I know easy to do.. LOL

  6. i’m so glad we’re all over the travel sickness thing… the girls have usually been good in the car, but once in a while… blergh…
    funny in past tense, disgusting in the present ๐Ÿ™
    hope you haven’t got the tummy bug that’s going around here…

  7. Yuck! Hope everyone is feeling better My 2.5 year old recently puked in the car and held out his hand to offer it to my mother (in the passenger’s seat)saying “Grammy, I barf!”. Much better to have grammy in the car than my husband, too.

  8. oh no Dani, no fun, hope you’re all feeling better soon
    as for car puke, been there, so much so that our vehicles are equipped with numerous barf bags generously provided by the numerous airlines we’ve been on ๐Ÿ˜‰

  9. I hope you are all feeling better real soon.
    Is “yakked” a Canadianism (as in butter tarts etc…)?? I knew immediately what you meant, but I wonder if our non-Canadian readers know that term.
    Either way……eewww. Feel better…

  10. Dani, I hope you are feeling much better today and got some time yesterday to gather your thoughts and start some planning for the holidays.
    I did have to laugh though thinking of your Mom trying to distract Tristan, most likely while you were trying to find the next exit! Hope Simon is feeling a bit better today too!
    Anna

  11. Awww, you guys are sweet. Thank you for your commismeration. Yesterday was a complete write-off. I didn’t manage to scrape off the breakfast dishes until 4:45 in the afternoon, and writing this post was the only productive thing I managed all day. (Although the extra four hours of sleep, in fits and starts throughout the day, was not entirely unwelcome.)
    Still feeling a little cruddy this morning, but I’m at work because I had an appointment I couldnt’ miss. Bleah! Besides, the boys are home today, and at least the office is relatively sane by comparison!
    Rubyn, don’t worry, I too am confused by the plethora of Nancys and Danis. I still have to double-check when I see the other Dani posting, to make sure it wasn’t me. I notice we only have one Robin, though – you’re one of a kind!
    Once again, misery loves company and I thoroughly enjoyed all your toddler barf stories. Ah parenthood – such an amiable club. And nancy, I was thinking of you and your son’s barfing all over his car seat one Ottawa visit as I was disassembling our puke-covered car seat in my brother’s mud room. Aren’t you honoured I’ve forged an association between you and disgusting barf-covered car-seats?
    xo The Other Dani

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