An Exciting Day at Church

On top of being nervous about the choir performing for the first time today under my direction I was feeling all around anxious to get the day going. I had several major things going on and I knew I would feel better to just get it started. I can handle most anything thrown at me but the before worrying may be the death of me. I get to church, last choir practice goes amazing, first little meeting of the day fine, church starts, choir sings, good, good. When I return to my seat I go to the opposite side of the pew to sit nect to David who is flanking our family versus climbing over three people.

Maybe five minutes later I hear a commotion down at the end of the row and I look to see Travis catching vomit in his hands from Wyatt. But a man can only catch so much with his two hands. Wyatt proceeded to vomit over Issac's shoes, a litte on his pants. This was too much for Issac and after a bit of coughing/gagging he responded in turn by throwing up ever so little. Wyatt is still going strong as a man rushed forward with a trash can. But too late for my purse and church bag including a book leant to me by a friend just today. I circle around the back of the chapel to cart off two vomit covered boys. In the bathroom we wipe them down as best we can. The spare pants from the car are gone and although Wyatt is going home with Travis, Issac assures us he is fine but without new pants we improvise by cleaning them the best we can and turning them inside out to go to class. When I return to the chapel sacrament meeting has ended so I clean up without too much trouble and actually with a lot of help from David.

Near the end of Primary/Church Issac comes to me saying my belly hurts. I run him out to the bathroom this time on red alert. But it was a false alarm. I walk him back to primary with a trash can in hand - just in case. Church ends and as we are walking towards the exit Issac once agains says my belly hurts and proceeds to throw up as rigorously as Wyatt had done except this time all went in the trash can because I was prepared. I took him out to the car once he said he was fine but returned to the church to grab a plastic bag for the trip home - just in case. I come out to see Uncle David stooped over a vomiting Issac. Apparently he said he was sick again and Bella came running in the church for help and he was the first one she saw.

Once again David was a great help. With even more paper towels and plastic bags for the car ride home we left. David had run at least three bags of vomit to the outside dumpster through the course of the day and as I was leaving had one more he was going to walk over. Of course we didn't make it home without incident. But we headed straight for the bath, pjs, and a night in front of the tv. But not before Issac complained of being thirsty, took a drink, and then decided to throw up straight on me, down my shirt, and seeping between my bosoms. At this point I just layed on the kitchen floor and laughed, a well of relief springing from all the day's tension finally relieved.

A day with me is always filled with busyness and excitement and today was no exception. As for embarrasment well having two children vomiting in the middle of sacrament meeting while people rush forward with wet wipes, trash cans, and others with cleaning materials distracting most of the congregation to watch our family instead of the speaker ranks just under taking off all my clothes and streaking through the chapel. But I'll survive I suppose. Sometimes things in life can be put in perspective so easily when you see the trials of another and so temporarily sick children although not fun add to just another entry in the blogging journal.