What a day!!!!!

Well obviously since I am posting, I am not on my trip. Long story, but SOOOO glad I didn't go. I would have had to turn right around and come back home.

I decided last night not to go. Grandpa Hains was being released from the hospital today after having surgery yesterday, so Mary Jo felt like she should be with him tonight b/c he would need some care. So since I was on the fence about all the other things I had going on anyway, I didn't go, so she wouldn't have to take care of her father AND my kids. Grandpa did end up coming home today- he had a stint put in yesterday and still has the tube in his side, so probably pretty cumbersome. They did a biopsy yesterday when they put the stint in his bile duct, and the results showed that he does have cancer. It is contained in his bile duct and supposedly, it is a slow-growing cancer. Thank goodness it wasn't in his pancreas. Treatment options will be discussed at a later date- he goes back to the hospital on Monday to have his tube clamped off???? (can't remember exactly what he'll have done on Monday). He has the stint and the tube/bag for now to make sure the stint is working before they get rid of the other. Mary Jo said the doctors are optimistic that he can live for a few years with this kind of cancer.

Cobe had basketball camp again this morning and then spent the morning with his friend Mark. I picked them up for lunch and we headed off to Pizza Hut for the buffet to meet up with the Boeves as well. We went to Apple Valley for some groceries and Old Navy for some flip flops and rash guards first, then hogged down at Pizza Hut. Brooks ate and ate and ate. This is important for a story to come. :-) After that, we came home and Cobe went back to Mark's, Sis went home with the Boeve girls to nap and play and I made some cookies. Things were still going pretty smoothly at this point.

It started raining- pouring at times, lighter at others. Cobe is supposed to have a baseball game at 6:00 which means he has to be at the field at 5:15. At 4:45 I still hadn't heard anything, but couldn't imagine that they'd have the game, so I called his coach, and his coach said, "Yep- be at the field at 5:15; it's barely raining." Meanwhile, Cobe had gone to his friend Jake's house, so I called him to come home to get ready. Brooks had fallen asleep watching a movie, but hopped right up and asked for a bowl of cereal. So he ate, Cobe got dressed, and we headed to the fields in the pouring rain. When we were getting close to Community Church, Brooks started to throw up EVERYWHERE in the van. I whipped into the parking lot at church, flung open the van door, but unfortunately, Brooks didn't react quickly enough and continued to throw up massive amounts IN THE VAN. Well those of you who know me well, know that throw up and me don't mix. I was a wreck. Ryan had just stopped by home when we were pulling out of the driveway to tell me his phone had died and to pick up a charger, so he wasn't answering his phone at this point. I was bawling, gagging and not knowing how I was going to get Cobe to his stupid game even though it was pouring rain and take care of Brooks. Poor kid- he was covered in throw up so I made him take off all his clothes, so he was standing in the parking lot "bare naked" as he kept saying. My van floor was covered in puke, and I had nothing to even begin to clean it up with. So what logical thing do I do? I called 911! Haha Yep- I called 911 to get them to get a hold of Ryan some way so he could come rescue me from my nightmare. And you know what? My knight in shining armor rode up on his white stallion and rescued me from my blubbering, puke-filled mess. Ryan took out all of my floormats and the car seat and headed to the fire station to clean it all up. I took Cobe to the fields IN THE POURING RAIN. Brooks sat in the back "bare naked". (Don't forget- we had a showing going on at our house, so there was no way we could come home.) I knew Cobe's team wasn't going to play because it was raining so hard, so it was a waiting game. My van was still stinking to high heaven at this point, so I ran to the field to tell the coaches we were going to bag it, right as they were deciding at the same time to call off the game. I grabbed Cobe and went to the fire station to meet Ryan so he could clean my van from top to bottom. Brooks had completely recovered by this point and was content to play on the fire trucks as his dad worked his magic as only Ryan can do when it comes to cleaning. My van was spotless, and I owed everyone a huge apology for freaking out on them. Lisa had kept Sadie the whole time which was a HUGE help, so we went and got her and headed home. Aaahhh- I have washed all the clothes Brooks had on, bathed him, and now I feel like things are back to normal. My kids are the best kids in the world, my husband is the best husband in the world, and Lisa is the best friend in the world. It's funny how such good can come out of such a rotten situation. Looking back, it wasn't as big of a deal as it seemed at the time, but at the moment I was completely overwhelmed. I saw Pizza Hut in a non-appealing way the second time around. YUCK! So, back to the first line of the post, I would have had to come home from my trip anyway because I couldn't send a sick kid to someone else's house to take care of. Brooks seems fine, but you never know.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a calmer day! ;-)