There are times in our lives when we are thankful, not just for our friends, not just for our families. We find ways to be thankful for....our shortcomings.
Last night as the kids and I were heading home from a really kicken' party (kick ass because of the fabulous people there, kicked in the stomach because of the grief most of us there were feeling for the loss of one of our friends the night before Thanksgiving)I was actually thankful that I find it impossible to keep a clean car.
Right before we left our friend's home, Emme said that she didn't feel well. No surprise, it was late for her..and one of her little friends had tossed her cookies in the kitchen right in front of her. Nothing like the smell of vomit in the evening to turn a stomach. In the car, she apologized for not feeling well. ??? Why weren't the bells going off in my head? After brother dearest got violently ill Tuesday night while we were IN A RESTAURANT.
Turning onto Eureka Way, I heard it...okay, you know the sound. There's a reason it's called retching, folks.
I immediately pulled over...flew out of my side of the car and opened her door. There she was.
Holding a casserole dish I'd left in the car after our recent (okay, okay, it was a week ago) potluck at work.
"Look, mama...I got it all inside the dish!"