Matters only got worse when I decided to take the boys out for a "mommy and boys night" to Toy Story 3. I ended up dragging them out about 20 minutes into the movie and "almost" making it to the garbage before losing my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I'm sure it was traumatic for them. I'm a horrid puker and they've never seen me do it. I cry, I gag, I wretch. It's awful. Poor kids. They kept saying, "It's all red! You drank too much juice!" This was true, I had tried to settle my tummy with a slushy...poor idea.
The rest of our weekend looked like this.
Tonight was fourth of July. We went to grandma Patti's work and watched it from the cafeteria. Couldn't have asked for a better set up. Thanks Grandma Patti!