Puke, Depantsing, Train Wreck

While the years pass, my ability to not get sick in the car is fleeting away.  Apparently, so has my family’s ability to feel compassion towards me.

Me: *Motions to Cory to pull over quickly and I puke out the car door.*

Ryder: (as he’s watching me still gag after pulling away from the side of the road):  “Mom, do you know what I do when I have to puke?  I tell myself not to puke and I just don’t.”

Me *rolls eyes*: “Ok, I will try that next time.”

Five minutes later we get to our destination and I get out of the car and start puking again.  I look up with my tear filled eyes while trying to kick snow over my pile of puke only to see Ryder, hands on his hips, tapping his foot in the snow and he says, “You didn’t listen to me,” and then walks away in the other direction as if I have somehow disappointed him.

 

On another note, I picked Ryder up from Preschool the other day.  He climbed in the car and said, “Something terrible happened to me today.  My diamonds depantsed me.  Right in front of my friends.”

Yup, my 5 year old had so many heavy “diamonds” in his back pocket that his pants slid right off of his butt.    

Cory and I laughed about this for a good 2 days.

I took this picture last night of Ryder and me.  This picture really illustrates what it feels like to be a parent. At the end of the day, I look (and feel) like a train wreck while the actual train wreck sleeps blissfully on top of me trying to smother any last surviving breath out of me before we get up and do it all again.