Tonight, our family went to eat at Ruby Tuesday's. I was embarrassed b/c Jack was in a mood and was throwing food on the floor. When we were almost finished eating, Mason, our 11 year old, said he felt funny. He'd been sick w/ a cold this week, but nothing unusual. David asked him if he needed to go to the restroom and he said no. The next thing ya' know,
all over the place! Thank heavens we were sitting in a corner.
Well, me (being the great mother that I am
) catch his vomit in my hands b/c I didn't want it to hit my shoes. (It did anyhow) The poor baby yacked and yacked. Talk about clearing a resturant! David finally got him outside where he got sick again. I stayed inside and cleaned up until the waiter (who received a fat tip!) told me to stop cleaning up and that he'd do it. I felt really sorry for the couple beside us. The husband was about to hurl from sitting by us. David said he almost hurled. Men, damn they're weaker at this stuff than we are!
We're home now and it's 8:30. All 3 kids are in bed and so is David! He's running 16 miles in the morning. Just thought I'd share the fun I had at dinner tonight!