We were supposed to have a party yesterday. Fritz found the baby Jesus in the Epiphany cake, and it was required that we throw a carnival bash. Twist my arm.
But then Bill found out last week he had to go TDY on Saturday (in addition to the Sunday trip he already had planned). Carnival party - CANCELED.
Since Bill was going to be gone on Sunday, I invited several friends over to watch the Superbowl. Their husbands are deployed, so except for the boys (the oldest would be 12), it would be an estrogen laden event. Brownies, cheesecake, Smirnoff Ice or wine, Cheetos for the kids.
The first thing Katie said to me this morning was that her stomach hurt. She then spent the next two hours writhing in agony. I can not exaggerate her behavior in demonstrating how horrible she felt. She held nothing back. Finally, she began throwing up. She alternated throwing up and writhing for another hour or so, and then just switched to throwing up and sleeping. Mass - CANCELED. Later in the morning, I checked to see when it was on EWTN, but it seems to be on at 9 AM and that's it. At 9 AM I was still undecided how my morning would proceed - hoping that we could go to the late Mass if the vomiting got whatever was upsetting her out of her system.
When it appeared that the vomiting wasn't going to stop anytime soon, I called my friends and explained the situation. I still can't tell if this is an isolated "something I ate disagreed with me" or a virus that is potentially contagious. Superbowl party - CANCELED.
I also called my friend Monica in New Jersey. She and her 4 kids planned to come down to visit me on Monday for 2 days/2 nights. We agreed to have a pow-wow later in the day to see if Katie improved, indicating a possible non-virus upset stomach situation. Since Katie was still occasionally throwing up by 7 PM when Monica called, we decided to hold off for at least 24 hours. Visit from great friends - CANCELED.
I have to believe that this was just not meant to be a social time for me. I don't really know if I got much else accomplished. I did get back to work on my niece's dress - with dubious success. But other than that - hmmm. Holding an uncomfortable and unable-to-be-comforted child for two hours? Praying that my kids won't think that every time Dad is away all someone else has to do is pretend to have a horrible stomach ache and they'll get out of Mass?
Oh well. I'm just hoping that nobody else starts vomiting tomorrow. Or if they do, they have the decency to wait until I've had my morning coffee.