Rachel woke me up at 6:50 a.m. with a knock on the door. "Mommy, I have diarrhea and it is NOT FUN!" she wailed, and it was true -- she had soiled a pair of underwear, dripped on the bathroom floor and finally made it to the toilet just in time. She went again before school, and despite my misgivings I sent her to St. James with two extra pairs of underwear just in case. Drew is in Seattle and I had to proof the magazine, or I would have followed my first instinct and kept her home. Yes: Bad Mommy.
Did I mention that my phone hadn't charged so no one could reach me?
Naturally as soon as I got to Salem, St. James informed me that I had to head BACK to PDX to pick up Rachel. Then I proceeded to drive to not one, not two, but THREE pharmacies to find children's Pepto Bismol -- anything to stop the diarrhea. We stopped at Verizon to fix my phone (I thought it was broken, turns out it wasn't fully charged), then the grocery store to get applesauce, and then finally home for lunch at 2. Rachel ate a jelly sandwich, applesauce and graham crackers, plus some Pedialyte, -- and then we both collapsed into bed for naps that ended up lasting until 6. I let Rachel watch 90 minutes of "My Little Pony" while I read the paper; I should have tried to work but I just wasn't up to it. We ate some baked chicken and shells for dinner, and Rachel ate three cups of applesauce and some graham crackers that I hope will bind her up enough so that Drew (who gets home tonight) won't have to take her to the doctor tomorrow. I can't; I need to proof the magazine and hand it in by noon. She had diarrhea three times after we got home from St. James, most recently just before she went to sleep.
Let us hope that tomorrow is a better day.
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