It happens every year. Every. Single. Year.
We used to schedule a nice night out for my birthday. We would make reservations at one of my favorite restaurants, scan the papers for a good movie, and make sure we had a sitter for the kids. And every year the inevitable would happen and we would have to cancel it all because one or more of the kids got sick. Even on my thirtieth birthday I couldn't escape the curse. I was up all night holding puke bowls under both of my kiddos faces.
After years of this scenario playing out we stopped making plans for my birthday.
So, it was no surprise when Joey woke up yesterday and said that his tummy hurt. He was moaning and crying so hard he couldn't even wolf down his cereal as he normally does. When he is not able to eat (the kid is a bottomless pit!) I know something is really wrong so I kept him home from school. Still, part of me was suspicious that he really just wanted to stay home to watch the landscapers whiz around our backyard in a Bobcat as they leveled out the ground and planted all of our grass and new trees.
Throughout the day Joey seemed to feel better and better though he still had stomach pains from time to time. The day was going pretty well. My mother-in-law brought me these:
A very favorite of mine. Chocolate covered raspberries! Mmmm.
My mom made me my favorite. Carrot cake! It is practially health food!
Everyone made my birthday special and it turned out to be a great day. My best friend even sent me a gift certificate to my favorite restaurant so Todd ran out and got some take out for us after the boys were in bed. Add in Survivor, The Office, 30 Rock, and a little Captain and Coke and was a relaxing and fun birthday. And I didn't even get puked on!
Cut to this morning. Joey was feeling fine. He ate most of his cereal. Got ready for school. Told me that his tummy hurt a little but that he was fine. Off to school he went.
An hour later I got a call from school. Joey just puked all over one of his classmates. Poor kid. Both of them. I don't know who I feel sorrier for. Joey, for being the kid who puked in class, or his friend for getting puked on.
Joey is at home now. Resting comfortably and watching the landscapers finish the yard. When he is feeling better this weekend I think we will run out to the store and pick up a little gift for his classmate. Kind of a "Sorry I puked on you" present. I think she deserves it for taking my place in the birthday curse.