Not So Romantic...

I feel as if I've been hit by a Mack truck. Happy Mother's Day to me.

Last night Noah and I had our first date since our anniversary last October. Grandma O took the boyz overnight, so Noah and I could have a quite-alone night at home. We started off by going to our favorite "date restaurant", The Highland House. We each ordered our favorite meal, and enjoyed a quite-non-sticky fingered-who-can-be-the-noisiest-most-restless-boy-at-the-table dinner. Oh how relaxing! We both commented about how nice it was to have a quite, clean dinner...ALONE.

We went to Family Video and rented what we call "adult movies", rated R. As I was picking out the movies, my tummy flipped and started to make this really loud purring sound and I had one of those, REALLY GOTTA GO moments. I ran into the area where the restroom is supposed to be. You have to turn down this little hallway where the real adult movies are located. Very embarrassing if I do say so myself. I'm turning the door knob and pulling on the door, but it's not opening. As Gabriel would say, "I was jiggling" trying hold it in and doing a dance as I'm struggling with the door. I wonder if I was on camera? Oh the sheer horror of that thought. Anyway, with my tummy churning, I notice a sign on the door about having to go to the desk to get a key. WHAT? NO!

I run...no lie...run to the desk and ask this really cute young man for the key (even more embarrassment). Turned around with the key in hand and run back to the restroom. I'm sweatin' from the need to gotta go, and from my running to and from the restroom to the desk and back again. It's not one straight shot. There are lots of obsticles in the way... Why do that have to put movie stands right there? But I (JUST) made it. Whew!

When I come out of the very cold "one-holer" there is a young boy standing there waiting to use it. My tummy sank again because it stank in there! Poor guy! Sorry, young man.

We get home, and I'm feeling a little pukey like. I tried to ignore it. As we watched a movie, I was folding the 5 loads of laundry I did during the day. When the movie was over I took my laundry upstairs to put it away, when all hell broke loose. I felt like Reagan in the movie the Exorcist. Projectile puke. It's kind of funny too, because before I started taking the laundry up I said to Noah that I had really bad heartburn from my supper. Oh, this was really a romantic evening. I had stuff shootin' out of both ends. No romance in this house. I felt so bad. This was supposed to be a quite, romantic evening. But apparently God did not see fit to have it that way. I can see him up there chuckling at us. God works in mysterous ways. This was very mysterous to me. I'd probably be laughing too if it wasn't me it was happening too.

Noah came to bed last night around midnight, and there I was in my sweats feeling as if I had been hit by a car. He too was having some tummy issues. He was up several times in the night. We had our night alone, but it wasn't very quiet or romantic.

This morning I feel really yuckie. Oh, much better than last night, but my body just aches. And my mouth feels like a slept with old dirty socks in it. Yes, I did brush my teeth this morning, but that didn't seem to really help.

In a little while I need to go get the boyz from Grandma O's house, and then we are heading up to see Grandma Lynn and Grandma K. I'm hoping that whatever we had last night is over with. I'd like to do lunch with them.

Until next time, Happy Mother's Day to all you mom's reading this.

Tottles.