Free Day and the Doctor

I love my Free Day of the week. Where I can enjoy a food or foods without feeling deprived all the time. This day was not a Free Day, but I thought I would ride the momentum of a great day.

This particular day, Tyson had to go to the doctor because he had caught a horrible respiratory virus. Brett met us at the doctor this time because the last visit I had with Ty to the Pediatrician's office ended with me having to cut some of my hair due to a lemon sucker being stuck in it by a rabid Tyson getting x-rays, a load of laundry with EVERYTHING Tyson and I were wearing and me having to take 6.5 hours of vacation for what should have been an hour visit because I was emotionally drained. Which, by the way, I sat in the recliner the entire afternoon, TV off, staring into space while in my pj's starting at 1PM.

Anyway, Tyson was a perfect angel at the doctor this time around, the prognosis was good, nothing new to do and treatments with which we were familiar. We dropped Brett off at home, went to pick up his prescriptions and hit up the McDonald's drive-thru for Tyson's lunch. Ty was in a great mood, was a great listener and was stoked about his Mickey D's cheeseburger Happy Meal. As I am waiting to place my order, I notice that the SHAMROCK SHAKE is back!!!! How exciting! I fricken LOVE me some Shamrock Shake. Feeling good about the day and all that has turned positive, I order myself a small shake and Tyson's meal. I figured I would not go completely ape-shit on nasty food and have something a little more sensible when I got home. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that this was NOT a scheduled Free Day. I repeat, this was NOT A SCHEDULED FREE DAY.

We get our order and head for home. Tyson is talking away in the back, I'm feeling the sun on my face, enjoying the little slice of Heaven that is called the Shamrock Shake. Ty starts a small coughing fit and I look in my handy carseat mirror just in time to see him puke all over the backseat of my car, himself and his carseat. OMG. I hate puke. As I try to hold composure, I have to crack the window, then the little voice from the backseat is saying, "uhhh, mommy, whas dis? whas dis?" I look in the mirror to see him holding something in his hand, in my best panic-stricken voice, I tell him to not eat it. I grab a Boogie Wipe and have him place the foreign matter in the wipe. Stopped at a stoplight, I examined the odd matter to determine it was a chunk of string cheese from over two hours prior. I couldn't help myself and just started laughing. I honestly couldn't believe that had just happened. I picked my Shamrock Shake back up and continued drinking and laughing, all the way home.

I had to dismantle the carseat, wash everything he and I were wearing AGAIN and hose off the seat in the shower.

It was a great day for a Shamrock Shake and I don't think I want another one ever again.

Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those nasty little leprechauns, until next time...