So after spending a small percentage of our annual income at the outlets, the next day I woke up feeling queasy. I shrugged it off thinking it was just an empty stomach. I was also in a rush because it was Lily's preschool day and so I put it out of my mind so I could hurry and get out the door.
After dropping Lily off at preschool, I went to the gym. I felt a little fatigued during my workout. Afterward, Gunnar had a meltdown in the car (lately he has been loathing his car seat) so I just decided to pick Lily up early from preschool and get home to settle Gunnar down because he was so worked up. He had been screaming and quivering 25 minutes straight from the gym to the preschool house and then to our house so I decided to get him first instead of Lily first which I usually do since she can walk in by herself and I can't really hold Gunnar and get her out. When I came around to her side and opened the door Lily just had this blank expression on her face and all the sudden "lost her lunch" or her cupcake she ate for a snack at preschool. She threw up everywhere and I had Gunnar in my arms and could barely get her out in time for her last blah to be on the lawn. Looking back, that's why she didn't feel like breakfast that morning.
I myself felt that way but forced myself to clean it up knowing how hard it would be to clean it up after I felt better. Interestingly, Lily acted as if she never felt better, in fact making jokes about "I throwed up" and proceeding to reenact it for me with hand gestures demonstrating a waterfall of vomit and of course sound effects. Ok, whatever, I am going to lie on the couch. And I did. Sipping water and eating dry Cheerios.
When it was my turn, Lily was down for a nap but Gunnar was up playing at my couch-side and eating Cheerios I was tossing to him off the floor. I quickly reached for the bowl beside me and turned my stomach inside out. Gunnar was so traumatized and upset, he started bawling. I don't know what he thought was going on but I think he knew his mama was not ok. He's such a bleeding heart. Afterwards, he had tears streaked down his face. Hey, when I am sick I will take the sympathy wherever I can get it! It was too cute.
I am feeling much better today, and come to find out my mom is so sick with it coming out on top and bottom. I think we were poisoned at Las Palapas. Otherwise, why would all three of us get it? And this is something I have been thinking about a lot lately, how I go to eat at different places and I am sure back in the kitchen it is not pretty. I have just been sicked out altogether with fast food places and call me a food snob but I just am past that phase of my life. It seems like if I am going to go out to eat, I am going somewhere nice, or not at all. 
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(2) Wed Oct 10 2007 15:52 hou-AHH:
The day before yesterday, my mom called me up spur of the moment and asked if I wanted to go to the outlets with her. Rule of thumb: never turn down the opportunity to go shopping, especially at the outlets. So we went and stopped at Las Palapas on the way there for lunch. We shopped till the kids dropped- literally, Gunnar had it by the end and my arm socket felt like it was just being held in place by ligaments and I felt like I needed a hip replacement by the time we were done. Pottery Barn had such a great sale- everything in the store was 40% off already marked down stuff. I bought Lily's Halloween costume there. It was 70% off of get this--$90! Hello? Where does a company get off charging insanely ridiculous prices for a little bit of fabric and thread? But since it was $27 instead of $90 I got it. It's a cute little witch costume and good thing because Lily said she wanted to be a witch out of the blue. She can be a witch and Gunnar is going to be a wizard (Harry Potter). Not planned but very fitting.