Our Mother’s Day 2007, from 5:30 am - 10:15 am:
5:30-7:45 — Ray calls us in to his room five times to deal with one or more of the following issues:
- Help him pull his covers back over his head
- Help him find Peaches, his stuffed emperor penguin
- Help him find Plum, his stuffed baby penguin
- Help him blow his nose
7:45 — Ray wakes up. Mama and Daddy are not exactly ready to face the day.
8:00 — Ray is sent to his room to calm down after an anger episode. Crying ensues.
8:30 — Ray slams the bathroom door. Daddy opens it to ask him to close it again properly. The door bonks Ray on the head in the process. Crying ensues.
8:50 — After considering Ray’s snotty nose and the fact that he has spent 75% of the last hour crying for one reason or another, an executive decision to cancel our Mother’s Day brunch reservations is made. Crying (and disappointment among the adults) ensues.
9:30 — Ray declares that he still wants to go downtown and he seems relatively settled down. The family prepares to embark. Amy realizes she left her purse at the bar we went to last night. The bar doesn’t open until 3:00 pm so we’ll have no closure on that until later. Damn Spaten Optimator!
10:00 — As we drive down 2nd Ave toward Pike Place Market, Ray declares he has a stomach ache.
10:05 — We find the Best Parking Space Ever. Things are looking up. Amy declares: “That’s the first good thing that’s happened all day.”
10:10 — While we walk up 1st Ave, Ray stops, clutches his belly, and spews vomit all over the sidewalk. Three times.
10:15 — The family, defeated, heads home.
